One For Sorrow - Jeffrey Foucault

We’ll start out with fancy sheets

And wear them down so thin

I’ll get myself a coal black suit

I’ll never wear again

Your Mama will give us china

And your Daddy give us hell

And when we make our getaway

They’re gonna ring those wedding bells

«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say

I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway

I was driving out on County N

With my high-beam headlights on

In the late night FM no man’s land

Looking for a Tom Petty song

The Perseids were falling

In that hothouse August night

I saw two come down together

And I thought it looked about right

«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say

I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway

And we’ll have a hundred babies

And a little house outside of town

With a wood-stove and a claw-foot tub

When we’re all done traveling around

«One for sorrow, two for joy» they say

And I’ve had my fill of sorrow anyway

And it’s «one for sorrow, two for joy» I know

And I’ve been one for sorrow far too long

Far too long