Shoot the Moon

Wine stains the table Will mix with your sweat I reach over and ask “Are you through with this yet?” You do not answer You’re mixing a potion You can never speak Til whiskey sets you in motion What do I say to you Scoundrel, you fool? You tried to shoot the moon You came up short a heart You lost the only one that mattered Love comes in many forms You played the same old cards You risked it all on silly patterns Tea leaves, and clatter And morning rain You in the corner Your blues jeans faded and stained Oh, what a pity It’s almost a farce The King of the Counters Was dealt his own cards What do I say to you Scoundrel, you fool? You tried to shoot the moon You came up short a heart You lost the only one that mattered Love comes in many forms You played the same old cards You risked it all on silly patterns What do I say to you Scoundrel, you fool You have stains on both your eyes But I can see through your disguise You’re hurting inside You tried to shoot the moon You came up short a heart You lost the only one that mattered Love comes in many forms You played the same old cards You risked it all on silly patterns What do I say to you Scoundrel, you fool?