Richmond Fontaine - A Letter To The Patron Saint Of Nurses lyrics

I picked you up after work and you changed in the car Even after all this time just your skin and your black bra and the scar on your back from when you were a kid We had the windows rolled down You quit putting money into the vacation box I asked you why and you said it didn't matter because we never ended up going anywhere anyway Maybe you were right You opened up the bag between us and took out a wine cooler and told me about this guy who came in two days earlier He had a pain in his guts, it turns out he had cancer "He died this morning He was my patient and he was our age," you said "I'm just glad it's not you I'm just glad it's not you." We drove out and saw this Mariachi band that was playing near the airport We go out there at least once a month and we get so drunk I barely get us home But I always get us home and on the way back you tell me about this woman who came in a week ago and no one visited her, no one at all By the end the woman crawled so far back into herself she could barely speak We live out by the mall and when we got home you lie down on the couch and turn on the TV 'cause you say you can't sleep without it anymore I stay out there for a while then I go back to our room We hardly ever sleep next to each other But I still remember once we were in a motel room on the coast It was your birthday and we were going to see Lou Rawls at this Indian casino And you were walking around in your underwear and I said something, and you started laughing so hard you fell back on the bed See, it can be like that too