Another Love Song

Morning
 Colder than anything he knew
 He searches above him for some blue
 From behind an endless gray sky
 His eyes still
 Heavenward turned
 Catch a glimpse of
 A beautiful girl in a cloud who
 Resembles one he left behind
 He's well aware of everything he's doing wrong
 She doesn't care
 She just wants another
 Another love song
 The rosewood
 Neck on his trusty guitar
 Is worn down to the shapes of his fingertips
 The steel strings
 Are rusted and cold from the win
 The songs he
 Once sang her quietly he sings now
 For nickels and dimes while she stays home
 Crying and forgiving him
 He's well aware of everything he's doing wrong
 She doesn't care
 She just wants another
 Another love song
 All the preoccupation and pride
 That once stole his love from his side
 Have lost all their battles
 To cold nights of concrete and wine
 But he knows
 As deep as love goes
 It will never save a poor man from the cold
 So he packs his guitar
 And sets off wearing a smile
 Morning
 On a familiar doorstep he wakes to
 The rustling of leaves and a kind blue sky
 And a noise from inside
 He breathes deep
 And sings the first words he remembers
 He hears footsteps coming
 He looks up
 To find the door opening wide
 He's well aware of everything he's doing wrong
 She doesn't care
 She just wants another
 Another love song
 One that won't make her cry