[verse 1] I’m at the window, cheap gin burning down my throat Rain on the pane like a busted snare, flicking silver off the glass She hit the road with a painted smile and a man in a battered coat Left me here with this old guitar and the dog-eared bills on the table I stack the dirty dishes in the sink. [Pre-Chorus] Clock keeps knocking, slow and mean Porch light shakes, got something to say Hear her tires in my head, like she never left this street One more sip and I'll forget my own name [chorus] (Backing vocals: Oh, that cheap gin burns) Cheap gin burns, it knows my name (Backing vocals: Can't outrun the pain) Goes down hard, comes up the same (Backing vocals: Just this empty room) Empty room, hour won’t slow its pace (Backing vocals: My poor heart will break) Yeah, my poor heart will break. [verse 2] My body still knows the touch of her hand down my arm The dent in the couch where she'd sink her body, the heat left in the dark Her laugh still hangs in the kitchen sink, in that chipped white enamel bowl We split the phone, the bed, the rent, the truth we couldn't hold Back when she looked at me like I was the last light in the yard [Pre-Chorus] Clock keeps knocking, slow and mean Porch light shakes, got something to say Hear her tires in my head, like she never left this street One more sip and I'll forget my own name [chorus] (Backing vocals: Oh, that cheap gin burns) Cheap gin burns, it knows my name (Backing vocals: Can't outrun the pain) Goes down hard, comes up the same (Backing vocals: Just this empty room) Empty room, hour won’t slow its pace (Backing vocals: My poor heart will break) Yeah, my poor heart will break. [verse 3] Intimacy was sweat and smoke, a bed that held our sting Love was staying through the bad hours, not just the pretty thing Now this house creaks like a bar stool no one bothered to claim [Bridge] I could pull those blue plates down and box up every little thing Fold her shirts by the washer, let the whole place start to sing But the floorboards keep her footsteps, and the faucet keeps on spitting Every room remembers better than I do what we were when we were living [pre-chorus] Clock keeps knocking, slow and mean Porch light shakes, got something to say Hear her tires in my head, like she never left this street One more sip and I'll forget my own name And I’m talking to the storm outside like it knows my name [chorus] (Backing vocals: Oh, that cheap gin burns) Cheap gin burns, it knows my name (Backing vocals: Can't outrun the pain) Goes down hard, comes up the same (Backing vocals: Just this empty room) Empty room, hour won’t slow its pace (Backing vocals: My poor heart will break) Yeah, my poor heart will break. ......... [instrumental guitars] .......... [end]
