Fix'n Paint

This blinding light comes early
When the night has been too long
It seems a weary journey at the end
Still this stale, cold barroom
Sings it's sweet hypnotic song
These four walls seem to be her only friend

Over in the corner where the sun is streaming in
An eerie apparition of a saint
Sits upon a beaten chair
That's seen the last night's wars
The chair now wears a sign reads, "fix'n paint"

"Fix'n paint," the words it read
Whirled around her aching head
It doesn't help to break it slow
A scarred heart can't just stop'n go

Just before the last call
When the bar was full and loud
A happy woman sit and drank her wine
Her hand rested on his knee
His arm around her waist
And all her life had led up to this time

How could the owner pick the very place
Her heart was broke
The same place she had sit just hours before
Could he still see her sitting there
Or just an empty chair
It's hard to know just who that sign was for

"Fix'n paint," the words it read
Whirled around her aching head
It doesn't help to break it slow
A scarred heart can't just stop'n go

"Fix'n paint, the words it read
Now make sense, the night's ahead
She'll draw on lips that make a smile
But that can only help a while