Maraschino-Red Dress $8.99 at Goodwill
Those long afternoons
When nobody was home but me
Sun is shining
But I dwell in shadows
Maraschino-red dress, $8.99 at Goodwill
I was looking over
My shoulder
At the register trying not to be seen
Looking over
My shoulder at all
I had appointments today
Errands to run (errands to run)
I watch the hours drain away
I watch the hours drain away
Mid-grade bourbon sitting in the cabinet, this day's shot anyway
And a couple of beers left from two night ago
I am hideous and no one can ever know
When the sun gets low down, bloody and red
I tie a little knot at the centre of my head
I don't think I'll be showing up
At synagogue at quarter past seven
Sometimes, you go through Hell and you never get to Heaven
Sometimes, you go through Hell and you never get to Heaven
But I thank God
Who gives strength to the weary
I thank God
Who gives strength to the weary
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
When nobody was home but me
Sun is shining
But I dwell in shadows
Maraschino-red dress, $8.99 at Goodwill
I was looking over
My shoulder
At the register trying not to be seen
Looking over
My shoulder at all
I had appointments today
Errands to run (errands to run)
I watch the hours drain away
I watch the hours drain away
Mid-grade bourbon sitting in the cabinet, this day's shot anyway
And a couple of beers left from two night ago
I am hideous and no one can ever know
When the sun gets low down, bloody and red
I tie a little knot at the centre of my head
I don't think I'll be showing up
At synagogue at quarter past seven
Sometimes, you go through Hell and you never get to Heaven
Sometimes, you go through Hell and you never get to Heaven
But I thank God
Who gives strength to the weary
I thank God
Who gives strength to the weary
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey)
(Ah, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
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Writer(s): Ezra Furman
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