BLUE CHALK by John Gorka >From "Between Five And Seven" So I wonder how she's doing I hate it when the rumors fly They give off such a strange sense of mission Wing your helplessness on high But she would never run from strangers She sang alone like a bell will toll Way above the clang and the clatter Out of fear of her demon soul [repeat 4 bars instrumental line=bar ] Maybe none of this is my business And none of what I hear is true I am far from mint condition Circulation's hard on you CHORUS Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you Hold tight, hang tough Love's not enough To keep you off that stuff To save you now He could always find the holes in the bottles Even with a blindfold on Never kept his seat on the wagon Rolling off like a rolling stone Blue chalk between his fingers Hustling a poolroom song He always kept a line for the singers Pointing his cue right from wrong [CHORUS] {Repeat first verse & chorus} Please send corrections or suggestion