in a bar in toledo,across from the depot,
on a barstool she took off her ring.
i thought i´d get closer
so i walked on over.
i sat down and asked her her name.
when the drinks finally hit her,
she said,"i´m no quitter,
but i finally quit living on dreams.
i´m hungry for laughter,
and here ever after
i´m after whatever the other life brings."

in the mirror i saw him,
and i closely watched him.
i thought how he looked out of place.
he came to the woman
who sat there beside me.
he had a strange look on his face.
the big hands were calloused,
he looked like a mountain,
for a minute i thought i was dead.
but he started shaking,
his big heart was breaking,
he turned to the woman and said,

"you picked a fine time to leave me,lucille
with four hungry children and a crop in the field.
i´ve had some bad times,
i´ve lived through some sad times,
but this time the hurtin´ won´t heal.
you picked a fine time to leave me,lucille.

after he left us,i ordered more whiskey.
i thought how she´d made him look small.
from the lights of the barroom to the rented hotel room
we walked without talking at all.
she was a beauty,but when she came to me
she must have thought i´d lost my mind.
i couldn´t hold her, for the words that he told her
kept comin´ back time after time.