Blue Glass Smoke

Mm. The ashtray's full by half past two. Your coat's still draped across the chair. I stir my drink like it's a clue. But all I find is your perfume there. The jukebox coughs then fades to smoke. The floorboards creak in slow disguise. I wear your goodbye like an old joke And keep it folded in my eyes. I should leave, I know, But the door feels far away. My name hangs low In the things you didn't say. Blue glass smoke, Keep me here a while. Blue glass smoke, Wear my tired smile. Blue glass smoke, turn the hurt to Gold. Blue glass smoke before I go Cold. The trumpet bends like it remembers A kiss that missed its mark by miles. I read your note in burned out embers, Then laugh alone for several nights. Your lipstick marks the rim of sorrow. My hands still know your shadow shape. I'll be the fool from now to tomorrow If that's the price I have to pay. I should leave, I know, But the door feels far away. My name hangs low In the things you didn't say. Blue glass smoke, Keep me here a while. Blue glass smoke, Wear my tired smile. Blue glass smoke, turn the hurt to Gold. Blue glass smoke before I Go cold. Let the room spin slow. Let the record hiss and glow. If I'm the last to know, Then baby, Let it show. Blue glass smoke, keep me here A while. Blue glass smoke, wear my tired Smile. Blue glass smoke, turn the hurt to Gold. Blue glass smoke Before I go cold.