The Ballad of Emily Rose

The neighborhood girls, they’re young and they’re pretty
In a little dive bar to the east of the city
And she whispers to me, «I think it’s a pity
Sometimes
'Cause nothing rings true in the noise and the laughter
And those boys in the corner just reek of disaster»
She slips out the door and I follow after
To go
And I know someday soon
I’ll find that tune
It comes and it goes
But she always knows
My Emily Rose
Now I’ve sung the songs of the saints and the sinners
And the losers who tell you that we are all winners
While scraping the bread off the floor for their dinners
Tonight
'Cause nobody’s perfect and nobody’s sane
They dream about money or power or fame
But I only smile when she whispers my name
In the morning
And she just shines so bright
In the cold, dead night
She practically glows
My love only grows
For Emily Rose
And I was in love once
I guess I was
I was a father, a brother
A husband, a lover
But when I’m with her it’s just me
The way it should be
And I just wait so long
For that one good song
Speeds up and it slows
With its uneven prose
For Emily Rose