9. Another Evening
You've got Vegas eyes so it's no surprise
While your garlic kills, my garlic cures
I bet you never gambled for this
You dissed my trip. I fell for yours
I'm dressed in my brand new digs
The band sounds good, but you're not here
So I rehearse my lines
When the day comes I can tuck these tears away
But that's just a whole other evening with you
I am not really feeling this second Sunday in June
Look at you, you've got steps on your stairs and stools on your chairs
It's never easy with you
You used to bring in a few good things
but now I can't tell your Nina from your Pinta, from your Santa Maria
But that's just a whole other evening with you
You say you're not really feeling this final Sunday in June
And it's too far
It's just too hard
For the sake of my past, I'm gonna put it away
You've got Vegas eyes so it's no surprise
While your garlic kills, my garlic cures
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)