Lorraine
© 2015, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)

Telephone lines on a silver tone sky
In the small town glare
Time stands still as you roll on by
Through the weird in the air
Tilting at landfills, dead dogs and Walkmen
And bygones be gone
Every last friend scattered to the wind
Howl on, howl on
Howl on, howl on, howl on!

I loved her laugh, she held nothing back
She laid it all on the line
It lingered in the air long after she'd gone
And traveled on down my spine
Come to the phone, the receiver is warm
And your love's a world away
You're digging yourself a deeper hole
With every word you say

Let her love letters flutter
To the gutters of memory lane
Now, I've been known to ramble
But it's always back to Lorraine

Here comes the past, she's all dressed in black
For once she ain't fooling around
She'd get on my bad side and go for a joyride
What are we doing uptown?
Trying to get dressed in the darkness
And head on out to the cold
Down the arthritic alleys and shortcuts to God only knows

{Repeat Chorus}

Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine

I'm drinking deep of sweet disbelief
To a drunkard's lullaby
Wishing I had a little something
Baby, to remember you by
Run out the clock on a beautiful day
Don't tell me it's Saturday night
And somebody, somewhere is having
The time of their life

{Repeat Chorus}

Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine
Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorraine
I may go down swinging but I'll be singing the same refrain
Lorraine, Lorraine, it's always back to Lorraine