Far From Me - John Prine

As the cafe was closing on a warm summer night

And Cathy was cleaning the spoons

The radio played the «Hit Parade»

And I hummed along with the tune

She asked me to change the station

Said the song just drove her insane

But it weren’t just the music playing

It was me she was trying to blame

And the sky is black and still now

On the hill where the angels sing

Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle

Looks just like a diamond ring?

But it’s far, far from me

Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt

And Cathy was closing the lights

A junebug flew from the warmth he once knew

And I wished for once I weren’t right

Why, we used to laugh together

And we’d dance to any old song

Well, ya know, she still laughs with me

But she waits just a second too long

And the sky is black and still now

On the hill where the angels sing

Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle

Looks just like a diamond ring?

But it’s far, far from me

Well, I started the engine and I gave it some gas

And Cathy was closing her purse

Well, we hadn’t gone far in my beat-up old car

And I was prepared for the worst

«Will you still see me tomorrow?»

«No, I got too much to do.»

Well, a question ain’t really a question

If you know the answer too

And the sky is black and still now

On the hill where the angels sing

Ain’t it funny how an old broken bottle

Looks just like a diamond ring?

But it’s far, far from me