Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
Left Behind
Well, he’s gone to find his way again
He said he’s lost his only friend
He’s got a jar of cash to spend
He’s running off just like he done before
And he made a stop down at the track
He sold his favorite leather hat
He told the man he won’t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score
But ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
And somewhere in there, we got close
They say a handyman is hard to find
He bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind
I told him ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
Well some days, I cry like a child
Other days, I ramble wild
He’s got me so goddamn beguiled
And I don’t even know his middle name
He’s been lost and found before
And I’ve stopped waiting by the door
But I still love him to the core
I only wish that he could do the same
But ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
Well, he don’t call and he don’t write
He slips on in after midnight
I never turn off my porch light
He always finds his way back to my place
And I never asked him for a ring
But he gave me this old song to sing
And helped himself to everything
And now I’m here without a speck of grace
But ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
Left behind