Prettier Face - Hawksley Workman

Closed eyes

Closed heart

Now baby that ain’t much of a start

Some other time

Some other place

And maybe with a prettier face

See me fall down

See me rise up

Drinking just to empty the cup

Whatever this is

Oh baby I’ve had enough

And nothing’s for sure

And nothing’s maintained

And nothing’s gonna grow to replace

As beauty is made

As beauty is torn down

You and me out drunk on the town

Waking up tired

Waking up sore

Waking up and asking what for

Gaining in strength

In popular thought

Oh baby I’ve had enough

I can’t hide these uncried tears

No more