Ron Hawkins - 1994 lyrics

Your t-shirt said 1994 That may as well have been the day that we were born I met you then like Bogey and Bacall Cutting lines of m.d.a In a bathroom stall And you smiled your smile And I soldiered on And we made it home just before the dawn Those were the days I'd believe anything When the phone would knock and the door would ring With a stranger's voice from the bar down the road Or the jail, or the morgue Or emergency But they stitched you up And they sent you home Back home to me Back home to me What happens out behind those dumpsters and bars Below the underwater green dashboard of strangers' cars I never ask and you never tell I guess it's just as well That's how we got this far All the snow is white And the church bells ring Like a cruel satire of everything Are you really going Looks like you're travelin' light You took my pocket change and the rest of my life Don't make me say I love you still Don't test my humour or my goodwill Don't make me look into that face of scars Like a constellation (full of dead stars) (of dying stars) Still flickering So terribly Then going out Are we going out? Or just flickering?