pocket-matches

I found a key in the

drain

Bent like a little gold tooth

A busker on Maple and 9th

Played a song that sounded like

truth

You handed me half of your

peach

Said, "Keep the pit for a

while" Now it's rolling around in

my coat Like a coin with

a crooked smile And I don't

know why

small things stay How a chipped-up

cup can carry my day

Pocket full of matches,

pocket full of matches I keep

my fire where I can Pocket

full of matches,

pocket full of matches One spark

and I'm alive again

Alive again

The laundromat clock at a crack

It split the noon in two

A dog in the alley barked

once Then the whole block barked

too

You laughed when the ice cream

fell

Blue streak on your wrist I

watched that messy little scene And

I couldn't look past this 'Cause

I don't know why little sparks

Hit harder than the biggest love

you ever have Pocket full of

matches, pocket full of matches I

keep my fire where I can

Pocket full of matches,

pocket full of matches One spark

and I'm alive again

Alive again

Give me a cracked red cup

Give me a name scratched in

a desk Give me one honest

afternoon And I can make the

rest of your life better Out

of crumbs and paper clips Out

of sidewalk wind Out of one

small hand reaching in Yeah,

to start again

I can start again

Pocket full of matches,

pocket full of matches I keep

my fire where I can Pocket

full of matches,

pocket full of matches One spark

and I'm alive again

Alive again

Pocket full of matches,

pocket full of matches I keep

my fire where I can Pocket

full of matches,

pocket full of matches One spark

and I'm alive again

Alive again

I hope I get to see

you again

Let's get drunk up with you

and see how you feel

Love you all my heart Ever

since I met you in the

pool With your music playing old

country soul