The One You Love Best

The One You Love Best
02/15/2008
by Tom Flannery copyright 2007

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Push on push on
I hear the voice in my head
but a voice just goes silent
while a love goes dead
and the highway starts breathing
when the sun touches down
jester wears the brains
while the king wears the crown
The clock on the wall
just sits and won't move
like a man with no dreams
and nothing to prove
guess I'll scrape off the dust
and tie down the rest
and try to remember
the one you love best
the one you love best

I stay up all night
and work 'till the dawn
grab a few hours
and then work again all day long
'cause the market ain't good
and the bank rolls it's eyes
when you tell 'em that you got
another surprise
The union she caved
so the boys could get back
before the ones they bused in
picked up all of the slack
preacher says we're all equal
then he dines with the rest
as I try to remember
the one you love best
the one you love best

We passed in the hall
like ghosts in the wind
father forgive me
I think I have sinned
I think I have sinned

The kids hopped a plane
like a pair of stunned deer
told the girl at the counter
"anywhere but here"
they left with no baggage
at least none you could see
they say they're doing ok
they ain't nothing like me
Grandkids come calling
inside Christmas cards
lawyer says the wife
she sends her regards
she hooked up with a fella
a good man I'm told
who won't fall apart
when he starts to get old
when he starts to get old

Well they'd grind me down slow
until the back of my hand
is all that was left
made me feel like a man
tears on the pillow
dried blood on your dress
as I try to remember
the one I love best
Now my eye's are now slits
and my head has grown soft
all that's left is some fog
and a persistent cough
there's an old picture frame
on top of the chest
that might be the one
the one you love best
the one you love best

The women who stay
got that look in their eye
like rolled up flags
on the 4th of July
on the 4th of July

Now my eye's are now slits
and my head has grown soft
all that's left is some fog
and a persistent cough
there's an old picture frame
on top of the chest
that might be the one
the one you love best
the one you love best