Losing Things

My way my word and one good shoe
A book that I was halfway through
My train of thought my mother’s ring
I’m good at losing things
My words my nerves all track of time
The shoulder of a friend of mine
The places where my hope still springs
I’m good at losing things
Well I lost my place and I fell behind
Baby when did you get so hard to find
I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
When did I start losing you
My faith my fight my childhood home
My love of spending time alone
The taste for whiskey and its sting
I’m good at losing things
My dad myself and Peace of Mind
My favorite dog and so much time
The song my grandpa used to sing
I’m good at losing things
Well I lost my place and I fell behind
Baby when did you get so hard to find
I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
When did I start losing you
A string of pearls a boy I loved
Her baby curls a small red glove
My face in what your love could bring
I’m good at losing things
Well I lost my place and I fell behind
Baby when did you get so hard to find
I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true
When did I start losing you
When did I start losing you
Tell me I’m not losing you