Keith Alan Mitchell

Songwriter, singer, guitarist – Acoustic Rock, Indie Folk, Alt Country

Next Time

Posted on Apr 19, 2014

She never says hello, but she always says yes.
She never says goodbye, but she always makes me guess
If she’ll be back tomorrow or maybe next month, if at all.
And I stop myself from askin’ as she walks down the hall.
But maybe next time.

She never says where she’d go, but she always says she’s getting out.
She never says what she wants but she’s always goin’ on about
How there’s nothing keeping her here, and I pretend that I don’t care.
And I stop myself from askin’ as she vanishes into thin air.

But maybe next time, next time –
I’ll find out if she sometimes cries.

She never asks me no questions, but she’s always tellin’ lies.
She never pays attention, but she always acts surprised
That I keep comin’ back for more, though she don’t ever treat me right.
And I stop myself from askin’ as she walks out into the night.

But maybe next time, next time –
I’ll find out if she sometimes cries.

If she cries lookin’ in the mirror, if she cries when she’s all alone.
If she cries leanin’ ‘gainst a fender after the hotel bars have closed.
If she cries, baby cries, now – well, anyone would understand.
If she cries for how she wrecks me, if she cries for what might have been.

Maybe next time, next time,
If there’s a next time,
I might find out if she sometimes cries.

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