Logan Child - Soft Song Lyrics

This woman sat next to me the other night at the bar
Outside where I was playing
And she starts complaining, said she'd just reached middle-age
She had had like three or four drinks
I said, "How'd you know?"
And she said, "The days..."

"The days are jerking me along
I'm drowning in a crowded jar
Hoping for the tongues
For absorption, a tongue and stomach
To be set free

"In fact, the week
In fact, the streak I've been on
You wouldn't believe
I'm crunching the numbers
I'm crunching meat cleavers in my teeth
Cursing at babies lost in the streets

"Didn't you have one just for me
It sounded like a secret
Like a schoolgirl's fantasy
Love held to the end
A soft song for a heart so tired of bending
Oh son, I know mine is

"You'll know it when you hear it
And I'll know it when it begins
As gentle as you wake a lover
As easy as a child making friends
And every time it starts again
Oh I hope it'd never end
Wish it'd never end

"But then it always ends
Son, can you recall that soft song?
I'm desperate to hear it again
That soft song, one more time..."