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
 Hold tight, hang tough
 Love's not enough
 To keep you off that stuff
 To save you... 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