Wasted On You - Robert Francis, The Night Tide

Strung out in Ypsilanti

I lost about a year ago

The wind it was leaning

on a freight train screaming

in the twilight through the valley below

You were moving slow

Lying on the bedroom floor

Looked in your eyes and tethered

above our heads out hands together

But your eyes were somewhere else out the door

Outside the world was tender as a sponge

We watched the glaciers melt and the stock-market plunge

I don’t case if it’s true, my mind is wasted on you

What’s the worst that I can do

Can’t hurt myself if I can’t hurt you

Am I better or getting sick

Run from myself to get away with it

I saw some people standing over a hill

Long black veils hammering down the nails

Wanna see somebody hurt you, know the way I do

But nothing seems to change the way I feel about you

I see some some stray dogs playing by the funeral pier

Leaves of ash are falling on my window by the fire

And I can’t see through, my mind is wasted on you

Pedal steel ringing my head

wondering if you’re sleeping in somebody’s bed

I don’t care if it’s true, my mind’s wasted on you

Been living in my rear-view mirror

It’s coming down and I’m trying to see clear

I can’t see through, my mind is wasted on you.