Black

I'm coming into your town Night is falling to the ground But I can still see where you loved yourself Before he tore it all down April 12th With nobody else around You were outside the house (Where's your mother?) When he put you in the car When he took you down the road And I can still see where it was open The door he slammed closed It was open, the door he slammed closed It was open, long ago But don't lose me now, don't lose me now Though I know that I'm not useful anyhow, Just let me stick around I tell you, like before You should say his name the way that he said yours But you don't want to say his name anymore Oh, Cynda Moore Baby daughter on the road Wrapped up warm in daddy's coat Well I can still see the cigarette's heat Can't believe all that you're telling me What is cutting like the smoke through your teeth As you're telling me "forget it" But if I could tear his throat Spill his blood between my jaws And erase his name for good Don't you know that I would? Don't you realize I wouldn't pause That I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I'd call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don't know what he did Tell his brand-new wife and second kid And I tell you, like before, you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours You want no part of his life anymore Oh, Cynda Moore Don't lose me now, let me help you out Though I know that I can't help you anyhow When I watch you I'm proud When I tell you twice before should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours You want no part of his life anymore Oh, Cynda Moore It'll never be the way it was before But I wish that you would let me through that door Let me through that door Let me through that door Let me through that door, baby