I Never Forget a Face

[couchgrouch]

I Never Forget a FaceI never forget a faceeven one that's changed like hishe's the guy who mumbles to meover a slow gin fizzhe looked ten years youngerjust two years agohitting on some cowgirlthinkin' his wife wouldn't knowyeah, I hang behind the barback where the bottles arebarkeeps pour their whiskey n beerbut I'm the one who pours their tearscos their reflections haunt them night and dayand I never forget a facehe wrote that cowgirl's addressin the palm of his handright by his heart's real home a shiny wedding bandhe winked at that young thangwhen he bought her third Seabreezeso proud of his smooth profilebut faces are fake IDsyeah, I hang behind the barback where the bottles arepeople may look better the more they drinklove may be blind but I never blinkand their reflections haunt them night and daycos I never forget a facethose whose scars run deepest of allare ones who say they ain't their faultnow cryin' gave him crowsfeetand wrinkles in his browhe rolls his glass across his foreheadbut they can't be ironed outso he'll start drinkin' straightand trying on thicker masksbut mirrors can see through menlike men see through glassyeah, I hang behind the barback where the bottles arebarkeeps pour their whiskey n beerbut I'm the one who pours their tearscos their reflections haunt them night and dayand I never forget a face(c)2005 Robert George