Halfway Numb

I wrote this after hearing a story from a good friend about how his love was going wrong. Things worked out for the two of them after all.

When I asked how you felt last night

I didn't mean to imply

That I might really care - about

what you might have to say

I don't give a damn about you

You don't give a damn for me

But you're my baby

When I drove down this old dusty road

I wasn't really making plans

When you opened the door for me

I took ahold of your hand

I walked into the house today

Knowing what you might say

I looked into your eyes and found

That they were black once again