Žodžiai dainai: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. Nothing But the Water. Left Behind.

Well, he?s gone to find his way again
Said he?s lost his only friend
He?s got a jar of cash to spend
He?s runnin' off just like he done before

And he made his stop down at the track
Sold his favorite leather hat
Told the man he won?t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score

But ooh, this ain?t the first time
That I?ve been left behind

Well, I?d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He?d tend the fence and shoot the crows
And somewhere in there we got close
They say a handy man is hard to find

Well, he bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He?s colder then a steel guitar
He always warned he ain?t the lovin' kind

I told him ooh, this ain?t the first time
That I?ve been left behind

Well, some days I cry like a child
Other days I ramble wild
He?s got me so goddamn beguiled
And I don?t even know his middle name

He?s been lost and found before
But I?ve stopped waitin' by the door
But I still love him to the core
I only wish that he could do the same

But ooh, this ain?t the first time
That I?ve been left behind

Well, he don?t call and he don?t write
He slips on in after midnight
I never turn off my porch light
He always finds his way back to my place

And I never asked him for a ring
He gave this old song to sing
And helped himself to everythin'
And now I?m here without a speck of grace

But ooh, this ain?t the first time
That I?ve been left behind, left behind