What Were The Chances - Damien Jurado

When I left you alone to fight your battles

Of long winters and motels what went through your mind?

How is it that you made it?

How is it that you noticed?

It wasn’t me who was looking at you

Through foggy glass or windows, it was them

I was out in Coolidge with my head on a counter

Drinking down my chances to ever return to anyone

No I wasn’t faking it, the hurt I felt was real

And all that was holy just slowly disappeared

Or just appeared in parking lots of truck stops

The blinking lights, and now all I’m thinking is

«How the hell did I get here?»

Does your husband know I call you sweetheart?

Does he know that I call you at all?

It’s not like you are cheating we’re only meeting

In hotels and not your home

Would you change your last name to mine?

I think my kids would mind

I think my kids would mind

I was in the desert waving planes and burning phone books

To a tune that was famous the year I was born

Do not leave me dancing alone

Pick up the phone and call me lover

Say come and get me I am home

Please pick up the phone

Please pick up the phone