Old Suit

Laid out like an old suit

Waiting to be worn again

You try to lift yourself an inch

Hey, just enough to let the breeze get under you

Your eyes say all you have to say

I am waiting

For the breeze to rise me up

I am leaving

You take the pulpit

Like a preacher

In the back room of the only bar in town

And say it like it is

Till they steal your voice and tip you out and break you down

Your eyes say all you have to say

I am waiting

For the breeze to rise me up

I am leaving