Left Behind - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals

Well he’s gone to find his way again

He said he’s lost his only friend

He’s got a jar of cash to spend

He’s running off just like he done before

And he made a stop down the track

He sold his favorite leather hat

He told the man he won’t be back

And rounded out an old unsettled score

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind

I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes

He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows

And somewhere in there we got close

They say a handy man is hard to find

He bought the farm, I sold my car

He left me with a silver scar

He’s colder then a steel guitar

He always said he ain’t the loving kind

But I said ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind

Well some days I cry like a child

Other days I ramble wild

He’s got me so goddamn beguiled

And I don’t even know his middle name

And he’s been lost and found before

I’ve stopped waiting by the door

But I still love him to the core

I only wish that he could do the same

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind

Well he don’t call and he don’t write

He slips on in after midnight

I never turn off my porch light

He always finds his way back my place

And I never ask him for a ring

But he gave my this old song to sing

And helped himself to everything

And now I’m here without a speck of grace

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I’ve been left behind

Left behind