George Mann - The Bottle Wins Each Time
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He’d been out the whole night searching
High-beams on and windows down
Cruising Christmas Eve with a sleeping kid strapped in the back seat
Through all the seedy parts of town
Found her huddled in an old car
Back behind the auto shop
Brought her home to warm her up over the holiday
But the shaking wouldn’t stop
And though he thinks he sees a glimpse of memory in her eyes
She keeps looking to the door
Her old bag is in the corner
Shoes and jacket on the floor
Even the pure love of a child
Can’t contain her anymore
When that leaving look gets in her eyes
You know that she’s made up her mind
You’ll always lose if you give her the chance to choose
The bottle wins each time
The bottle wins each time
Ain’t no point to try and reason
It always ends the same
So he bought a ticket back to ‘Frisco
She’s going on the midnight train
And even though he sees the ghost of memory in her eyes
She keeps looking to the door
Her old bag is in the corner
Shoes and jacket on the floor
Even the pure love of a child
Can’t contain her anymore
When that leaving look gets in her eyes
You know that she’s made up her mind
You’ll always lose if you give her the chance to choose
The bottle wins each time
The bottle wins each time
High-beams on and windows down
Cruising Christmas Eve with a sleeping kid strapped in the back seat
Through all the seedy parts of town
Found her huddled in an old car
Back behind the auto shop
Brought her home to warm her up over the holiday
But the shaking wouldn’t stop
And though he thinks he sees a glimpse of memory in her eyes
She keeps looking to the door
Her old bag is in the corner
Shoes and jacket on the floor
Even the pure love of a child
Can’t contain her anymore
When that leaving look gets in her eyes
You know that she’s made up her mind
You’ll always lose if you give her the chance to choose
The bottle wins each time
The bottle wins each time
Ain’t no point to try and reason
It always ends the same
So he bought a ticket back to ‘Frisco
She’s going on the midnight train
And even though he sees the ghost of memory in her eyes
She keeps looking to the door
Her old bag is in the corner
Shoes and jacket on the floor
Even the pure love of a child
Can’t contain her anymore
When that leaving look gets in her eyes
You know that she’s made up her mind
You’ll always lose if you give her the chance to choose
The bottle wins each time
The bottle wins each time
