Old Flame
There's two cars in my neighbor's backyard
They don't go nowhere but he runs them all night
And there's two hands at the end of my arms
That won't open for work or stay out of sight
Sometimes the only place I can warm myself is by an old flame
Everybody who looks happy I'm jealous of these days
I been run down by romantic forays
I know there's no law says I'll be happy at last
Right now all I want is for the hour to pass
Sometimes the only place I can warm myself is by an old flame
Folks don't change but attitudes do
Of all that I've said that's the most untrue
There's one or two things I don't want to find out
I'd rather stay in the shadow of doubt
And I don't want to try again
I'd best not rub my conscience too thin
It's like a stitch in my heart and dust in my eyes
That I can't see through I apologize
Sometimes the only place I can warm myself is by an old flame