Little Tragedy

We were alone

In a crowd of a thousand

Standing under a giant Ferris wheel

You covered my shoulders

Breeze off the ocean

December on the Santa Monica Pier

You were there

We were at home

Dinner was over

The one I love was anxious for a kiss

I know I shouldn't

Most times I wouldn't

But I offered my cheek

A swing and a miss

You were there

Why can't you just turn me loose

Whatever's inside of you

And find some other tortured port of call

Cause I can count em one by one

Moments I've been absent from

Cause I can't get me rid of you at all

Dark quiet hours

Moon through a window

A hand on my shoulder

Face the wall

I gotta shake it

I know he's aching

And I'm just praying soon sleep will fall

Red wine and roses

Dancing and laughing

It's good to see us smiling once again

I got it handled

Once and for always

Preacher asked me if I do

And then you were there

Why can't you just turn me loose

Whatever's inside of you

And find some other tortured port of call

Favorite little tragedy

Ever present history

No, I can't get me rid of you at all

No, I can't get me rid of you at all