Let Her Down
Let Her Down
There’s a bottle on the table, an ashtray beside,
In my book the ink is running, from the tears I’ve cried,
I’m so far away,
looking out on some lonely town,
And I can’t forget the day,
I let that good woman down.
In my bed there’s a woman, who I don’t love true,
But she keeps me of thinking, of the one I do,
I’ve got a picture of her smiling,
But I’m nowhere to be found,
And I can’t forget the day,
I let that good woman down.
I remember the way she called out my name,
And how something so sweet could cause so much pain,
I can still hear the way her tears sound,
I let that good woman down.
