Blue chalk de John Gorka

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 (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