Poncho's Lament

Tom Waits · The Early Years: Volume 1 [1991]

Well the stairs sound so lonely without you

I ain't made my bed in a week

Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing

And I'm too choked up inside to speak



And yes, I know our differences pulled us apart

I never spoke a word heart to heart

And I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home



And I'm glad that you're gone

Got the feeling so strong

And I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home



Well my guitar still plays your favorite song

Though the strings have been outta tune for some time

Every time I strum a cord, I pray out to the Lord

That you'll quit your honkey tonkin' sing my song



And I'm glad that you're gone

Got the feeling so strong

Yes I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home



So I'll throw another log onto the fire

Now I'll admit I'm a lousy liar

As the coals die down and flicker

I hear that guitar picker

Play the song we used to sing so long ago



And I'm glad that you're gone

Got the feeling so strong

Yes I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord that you'd come home



And I'm glad, damn glad you're gone

Got the feeling so strong

Yes I'm glad that you're gone

But I wish to the Lord you'd come home