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?