Lipstick on a Stranger's Glass

Saw your pickup at the Starlight Inn Parked beside a Cadillac again Told myself I'd drive on past Then I saw your lipstick on a stranger's glass Same red shade I bought you in Tulsa Same laugh I used to call my own Bartender set a whiskey down and whispered "Son, some doors are better left alone" Go on and dance, I won't make a scene I'll just pay my tab and keep it clean But every song they play tonight Is gonna sound like goodbye Twelve years folded like a paper napkin Tossed out with the peanut shells I'll be sober come the morning Can't say the same for how it felt Go on and dance, I won't make a scene I'll just pay my tab and keep it clean But every song they play tonight Is gonna sound like goodbye