Cigarette between her fingers
And a drink in her hand
She thought about the times
When her looks were still in demand
And wondered where the time had gone
When did everything go wrong
No more flowers at her door
No more phone calls to wait up for
And she just wanted to die
But it was easier to cry
Remembered fingers running through her hair as she wept
Got up to fix another drink
And cursed the memory she kept
When Jack would ease her heavy heart
And Jim would keep her from the dark
Woke up in her clothes and she smiled
And said romance was out of style
She just wanted to die
But it was easier to cry
They're just tears for the cause
Tracks for the lost
Betrayed by the heart
Waiting for sorrow to dissolve