Slick & Delta Queen

She'll be in Denver by the break of dawn
Her calloused heart, her regal charm
Will grace the city in his open arms
And his bed come tonight.
But me I'm stranded down on Silver Street
Just throwing bottles at the Delta Queen.
She passes slow like your memory, makes the bend
And floats out of sight.
Austin, Texas: mattress on the floor.
We'd buy some grass from the kid next door.
We bitch of love as if it was a chore
but we made it to ease both our minds.
First time I lost you was a mean curveball
Thrown in Las vegas down a hotel hall.
Why we stuck it out, man, I can't recall,
Seems my honesty's always on trial.
And I never once called you baby, I never once called you anything.
I never once called you baby. I always thought you were more to me.
And I saw him coming with his suit and tie.
His hair slicked back looked a lot like mine.
But that was years ago and over time
Lost my scissors, my comb, and my style.
And how he watched us at the table there
As we caught up on our when and wheres.
Our escapades, our life-ain't-fairs,
and how you'll be leaving with him tonight.
And I bet he calls you baby, I never once called you anything.
Oh I bet he calls you baby, I always thought you were more to me.
So if I'm breathing on some solid ground
And what went up the river comes back down
Maybe we'll meet again next time around
And talk of those vagabond times.
Keep all your stubbornness and pretty smile,
Keep all your dreams about that unborn child,
Keep both your feet out of the wedding aisle,
And I'll keep you in the back of my mind.