Matches

(Roger Springer - Skip Ewing)



We met at the Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge

I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down

On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar

And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart.



I didn't see it comin', guess I didn't read the signs

I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time

But today when I came home my key was hollow in the door

And there was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the floor.



Chorus:

You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car

And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart

And you left me here with empty rooms and walls

With holes, scars and scratches

If I find the strength to burn your memory down

At least you left the matches.



The color is old and faded; the cover's worn and stained

I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name

Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette

Now one by one I'm striking them to help me to forget.



And everybody at the Broken Spoke

They all thought my crazy story was a joke

Now they're all out in the parking lot

Staring at the smoke.



Chorus:

You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car

And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart

And you left me here with empty rooms of walls

And holes, scars and scratches

Now I found the strength to burn your memory down

At least you left the matches.



Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes

Thank god you left the matches...