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Loner in LoveI wasn't much good at sportsgot run off basketball courtscos I was an awkward, skinny kidthen Dad got me an old guitar I'd practice my fingers rawplaying for the walls and my guinea pigafter someone played me Guy ClarkI'd sit alone in the darkmarried to his lonely melodycos music was the only wifeI thought I'd ever pledge my lifemy heart and fidelityI was a loner in lovethere could be no one elseI saw life as a songthat was best sung by myselfand life would be enoughfor a loner in loveI thanked the crowd...tipped my Stetsonlotsa flotsam and jetsamfloated in and out of that barlast Lucky Strike...bummed a lightpopped all my Pson a two dollar mica jug of wine was the best tip jarthat night a bashful barmaidsaid she was there when Guy Clark playedback about five years agowe talked some and pooled our tipsbought a bottle and sippedwhiskey and stories quiet and slowI was a loner in lovethere could be no one elseI'd seen life as a songthat was best sung by myselfbut that wasn't enoughfor a loner in loveshe said she'd always been alonenights were lonely but they were her ownand I'd best keep moving like beforeweeks later drunks booed in some saloonwhen I stopped halfway through a tunecos list'ning by the doorwas a loner in lovethere could be no one elseI'd seen life as a songthat was best lived by myselfbut songs aren't enoughfor a loner in love(c)2005 Robert George