You Left Your Sweater

 Well she’s headed from Cheyenne to Maine
and she’s only in Chicago for a day
So I’m gonna make the most of playing host
I’ve always got tomorrow to cry.

I offer a shower and wine
She says, “I’m good like this, cold beer would be fine.
Take me as you have me, ‘cause baby you can’t keep me.
I have to be leaving by nine.”

You and I both know why you came here
A gamble we both sought to lose
You and I we both paid that dealer to
Trade in our riches on some blues

I say babe your invitation still stands
She says you’re as good at hosting as you are with your hands
Yeah well, you’re my favorite guest
Your feet your hips your legs your chest and
your lips are for kissing not goodbye.

You and I both know why you came here
A gamble we both sought to lose
You and I we both paid that dealer to
Trade in our riches on some blues

I get her early to the train
‘cause hates to drive and the smell of a plane
I give her a tape, and a letter that starts with her name
and say call me when you get there, call me when you get there,
call me when you get back to Maine.