Harder Stuff

We'll be stuck here in this town Many years from now - she'll come over again Just like every other time She'll bring over homemade wine - and we'll never put the bottle down Roll the bottle to the floor We both follow soon after - as we break into the harder stuff I sense a sandalwood bouquet Combined with wine; a Chardonnay - and the legs never dissipate Our shifts are staggered just enough No one suspects a thing when we show up We eat our lunches separately The woman go upstairs, the men smoke in the mezzanine We're both still living in this town Our friends suspect but they can't tell - and she comes over again Something's a little off this time She smiles and says "I forgot the wine" - I tell her fine You could never let me down She rushes through the door We're both entangled soon after – as we break into the harder stuff I sense confession on the way She stops and starts then hesitates – thinking of simpler things Not much changes in this town Life is pretty rough in between the rounds - until she comes over again Just like every small hometown, we're burlin' hard in pits of sand Let's roll that bottle again and again and again and again