Lyrics

To this day the door's still open,
To this night the floor's my bed.
Once sold my blood for cigarettes,
Bought this guitar with welfare checks.
The car was towed the week you left,
But I still own a chair or two,
And those who came long after you
Are gone with no regrets.

If you ever come around,
There's a million reasons to be found
To sit at my piano
And drink without a plan.
If you ever find the grace
To forgive what I've forgotten,
I'll be standing on the corner
Where the devil met her match

In the pale blue light, a roadhouse
Proclaims this happy hour.
I look around to find myself
In the mirror on the bourbon shelf.
The girl that's drowning to my left
Insists to cut my hair.
And the bargain struck with any luck
Will teach us not to care.

If you never come around,
I can disappear without a sound.
The dust on my piano,
The toke inside the van.
If you never find the grace
To forget what I've forgiven,
I'll be missing from the corner
Where the devil met her match

The devil in the details
Was yours to undermine.
And you and I were never held
To bargains never signed

If you ever come around,
There's a million reasons to be found
To sit at my piano
And drink without a plan.
If you ever find the grace
To forgive what I've forgotten,
I'll be standing on the corner
Where the devil met her match
Where the devil met her match