I saw her in Roosevelt Springs, where time doesn't touch anythingnShe never did say she could sing, but I figured it sonI needed some company then, not sisters or children or mennThat's a hell of a spot to be in, but she put me in townnMoney and liquor and lust had taken my heart and my trustnI could see ashes and dust were headed my waynShe tended bar in the town, her alto settled me downnI started hanging around, didn't need much to saynnShe smelled like cigarettes and winenAnd she kept me happy all the timenI know that ain't much of a linenBut it's the Gods' own truthnShe lives down inside of me stillnRolled up like a twenty dollar billnShe left me alone with these pillsnIn the last of my youthnnWings on her shoulders and feet, a bar on Gethsemane StreetnI took time to plan my retreat, and backed out the doornI must be attracted to those who've witnessed a man in the throesnof life that ain't grindstone to nose, but pedal to floornnShe smelled like cigarettes and winenAnd she kept me happy all the timenI know that ain't much of a linenBut it's the Gods' own truthnShe lives down inside of me stillnRolled up like a twenty dollar billnShe left me alone with these pillsnIn the last of my youthnnLost on the dry side of town, my memories slowing me downnShe shook me and I came around, I came back to lifenWith nary a mother or dad she showed me what I never hadnThe princess of leaves, she gets sad, 'cause I won't take a wifennShe smelled like cigarettes and winenAnd she kept me happy all the timenI know that ain't much of a linenBut it's the Gods' own truthnShe lives down inside of me stillnRolled up like a twenty dollar billnShe left me alone with these pillsnIn my smoldering youthnShe left me alone with these pillsnIn the last of my youth