Mirrorball

Momma don’t let your broken arms
Hold on to the years
Sometimes the cold wind moans before
It drives away your tears
Now if all forsaken hearts
Put on unsuspecting shoes
And little scuffed-up souls pilot hardwood floors
Like I’m lookin' for you
Until I find you
Under the mirror ball, where everybody moves in time
Under the mirror ball, big slow circles to the right
And I would bring you flowers for the springtime eyes
Under the mirror ball
And you tonight
There were dishes in the sink, you back-burnered thing
The note stuck on your door
Said I tried to call but I can’t stand
To hear it anymore
So Momma don’t trust the slow dance
With a slow dance you can’t win
You just take your turn on the two-and-four
And shuffle out with a limp
Until I find you