Songtext von Blue Chalk

So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high But she would never run from strangers She sang alone like a bell will toll Way above the clang and the clatter Out of fear of her demon soul Maybe none of this is my business And none of what I hear is true I am far from the mint condition Circulation's hard on you Chorus: Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you...(2X)...to save you now He could always find the holes in the bottles Even with a blindfold on Never kept his seat on the wagon Rolling off like a rolling stone Blue chalk between his fingers Hustling a poolroom song He always kept a line for the singer Pointing his cue right from wrong Chorus Repeat first verse