Steve Poole
Steve Poole
Steve Poole Kenny Carlile
Steve Poole Kenny Carlile
Vocals: Steve Poole
Drums: Kenny Carlile
Bass: Kenny Carlile
Acoustic Guitars: Kenny Carlile
Electric Guitars: Kenny Carlile
Mandolin: Kenny Carlile
Organ: Kenny Carlile
Harmonica: Steve Poole
Verse 1
She came to me with those painted on eyes
Wearing something that kinda looked like
Something that she might have unpacked only this morning
It didn’t seem to matter to her that her hair was a mess laying over her shoulders
Next to the one gold and the one silver dangle off her oversized ears
No she was not a super model type
Not the kind that you see in the limelight
Chorus
She lived in an airport town
She’s closing the best bars down
She don’t got no friends around
Somedays it’s pink, somedays it’s blue
Somedays alone and some with you
Trying to make it through another day like this
Another day like this
Another day like this
Try to make it through another day like this
Bridge 1
And I don’t know why I never fall asleep until the morning
Asleep until the sun is burning
And I don’t know why I don’t eat until my stomach’s turning
My stomach’s turning and I can’t eat right now
Verse 2
She watches the trees grow, she watched the leaves fall down
And they turned to soil and get kicked around and driven over
Sometimes a weed and sometimes clover
And the hills all whisper, they know her secrets
They can’t find a way to say, to show her how
She might have a better chance now
Of making it through another day
Another day like this
Another day like this
Bridge 2
She wore second hand clothes
She slept in a doorway sometimes
She eats when she can
But she drinks whenever she wants
Sometimes she takes a trip down the needle train
Hoping she won’t wake up
To have to face another day
Another day
Another day like this
