Faulty Math, Tired Horses

After the horses had been put to sleep

Did you lie in bed

Try not to weep,

After the cancer came

And left you with no more teeth to chew and too much debt?

After your rosary was worn to dust

From unanswered prayers and broken trust

After the storm had draped the street

In snow confined to bed

Did you just let go of her?

To hear a joke

Maybe on last time

A simple card trick

We could bet a dime

After the funeral she drank

Alone hoping that your ghost would leave here alone.

To hear a joke

Maybe one last time

A simple card trick

We could bet a dime.

You can't drink away a memory

Still I know your blood's too thick in me.

To hear a joke

Maybe on last time

A simple card trick

We could bet a dime

You can't drink away a memory

Still I know, your blood's too thick in me.

After he cinched that cord around his neck

I hope he found you,

You could cut a deck of cards.