Ron Ward's Strange Machine - The Meanest Thing (feat. Doug Kidder on Slide) Lyrics

When I woke up this morning, at first I thought you were still there
I touched the side of the bed that had been yours
I pushed back the curtains with the lace that you'd hung there
I drank the beer on the window sill from the night before
I put on my darkest shades as the light came streaming in
And noticed I'd been sleeping in my jeans
I looked down at District eight, at the people living there
The guys and the gals and the sometimes in between
A city full of people is the loneliest place I know
And baby I can tell you that it's true
But the meanest thing is memories and boy they're mean although
The meanest thing is livin' without you
I made myself presentable and ventured down the stairs
The staircase was as dark as my own mood
I hit the street and the cluster bustle lightened me up a bit
So I sat down to have a drink or two
I left my beer half empty and started out back home
The sunlit houses in the afternoon
I wasn't lookin' forward to goin' back in there alone
But my old guitar, she'd sing me a few tunes
A city full of people is the loneliest place I know
And baby I can tell you that it's true
But the meanest thing is memories and boy they're mean although
The meanest thing is livin' without you
The meanest thing is livin' without you