Queen of Hearts
It was fourteen days in January
Do you think that she left with a bag in her hand?
Do you think she just ran to the arms of some more familiar man?
Do you think she’d do it all again?
Do you think she’d do the same thing all again?
Lord, what kind of woman was that queen of hearts?
Do you think she likes the smell of those old smoky bars?
And do you think she like the feeling of strange fingers on the back of her card?
Do you think that she still loves that king?
Do you think she loves that sad king of hearts?
It was fourteen days and I was amazed
Lord, that I had made it so far
See, she was just playing and I was afraid of her
I suppose I guess I’ll never know
I guess I’ll never really know for sure
I remember the sun through the shade
On the bed where I lay in the shadows
Dancing through the dust on the window pane
And I knew she had gone and I knew she wasn’t wrong
For going all the same. I wanted her again
I wanted all the chances that she gave
And I swear this time I’d take them
Lord, what kind of woman was that queen of hearts?
Do you think she likes the smell of those old smoky bars?
And do you think she like the feeling of strange fingers on the back of her card?
Do you think that she still loves that king?
Do you think she loves that sad king of hearts?
Do you think she loves that sad king of hearts?