Shoot the Moon

Wine stains the table
Will mix with your sweat
I reach over and ask
“Are you through with this yet?”

You do not answer
You’re mixing a potion
You can never speak
Til whiskey sets you in motion

What do I say to you
Scoundrel, you fool?

You tried to shoot the moon
You came up short a heart
You lost the only one that mattered
Love comes in many forms
You played the same old cards
You risked it all on silly patterns

Tea leaves, and clatter
And morning rain
You in the corner
Your blues jeans faded and stained

Oh, what a pity
It’s almost a farce
The King of the Counters
Was dealt his own cards

What do I say to you
Scoundrel, you fool?

You tried to shoot the moon
You came up short a heart
You lost the only one that mattered
Love comes in many forms
You played the same old cards
You risked it all on silly patterns

What do I say to you
Scoundrel, you fool

You have stains on both your eyes
But I can see through your disguise
You’re hurting inside

You tried to shoot the moon
You came up short a heart
You lost the only one that mattered
Love comes in many forms
You played the same old cards
You risked it all on silly patterns

What do I say to you
Scoundrel, you fool?