Sewer Service from Theatres by Nicholas St. James

I get off work everyday at five
I punch my timecard, headed straight down Highway 9
I'm coming to see your face, working in the cold, dark light
I park my car, have a smoke, I come inside
The walls are dirty with sorrow and pride
But you're a diamond ring, a sight for weathered, weary eyes

I write you a letter everyday, then I throw it away

I take the same seat every time that I come in
It is my looking post for impressions that you give
I'm just a little bit shy, but you know I've been dying for a win
Your momma gave you a name, but you don't use it now
It's not really gambling when you own the house
Feeling fine is history, you know I've been dying to be found

I write you a letter everyday, then I throw it away

You're turning-on when everybody's turning-in
You're sweating alcohol for paychecks and sin
If there's a better show, I ain't been pointed there yet
You're mixing vices with whiskey and Aspirin
Robitussin, Sudafed and grade school discipline
Oh, I'm coming for you, again and again and again and again and again

I write you a letter everyday, then I throw it away

• Alternative
• Delta Blues
• Gypsy Folk
• blues
• folk
• gypsy blues
• St. Louis