JOHN GORKA - BLUE CHALK Lyrics

So I wonder how she's doingI hate it when the rumors flyThey give off such a strange sense of missionWing your helplessness on highBut she would never run from strangersShe sang alone like a bell will tollWay above the clang and the clatterOut of fear of her demon soulMaybe none of this is my businessAnd none of what I hear is trueI am far from the mint conditionCirculation's hard on youChorus:Hold tight, hang toughLove's not enoughTo keep you off that stuffTo save you...(2X)...to save you nowHe could always find the holes in the bottlesEven with a blindfold onNever kept his seat on the wagonRolling off like a rolling stoneBlue chalk between his fingersHustling a poolroom songHe always kept a line for the singerPointing his cue right from wrongChorusRepeat first verse