Carla Ulbrich: Songs

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I wrote this one around the guitar riff. It's in some kind of open tuning. I haven't played this song in so long I forget what the tuning is.

She's sitting by the phone
Staring at the clock again
He told her 8 o clock
Now it's almost 10

She says I'm tired of excuses
And I'm tired of his lies
I can't take one more night of waiting
There ain't no man worth this price

His reasons are ridiculous
and that's how I must look
There are stories more believable
in little children's books

I wanted to believe him
So I was the last to see
But I swear this is the last time
He'll make a fool of me

And this piece of tin you call a ring
Is as worthless as the promise it implies
And if you think a dozen roses fixes everything
This time you are in for a surprise

He's standing in the rain
Six miles from the nearest exit
Flat tire and a broken jack
No one stops to help him fix it

This time it's not a lie
Not some lame excuse
But he used this story last time
So he's got no time to lose

Perhaps he's been a little careless with her heart
But that was never his intention
Seems his fear of what's required on his part
Is the mother of invention

She says "what, no apology?
No show of regret?
But I must say it's real clever
how you showed up soaking wet

Why don't you come on in
We'll finish up our date"
And she handed him a package and said
"by the way.. you're late"

He was not sure what to think
as he untied the ribbons
Inside the box a hardbound box
He searched for an inscription

"The Boy Who Cried Wolf" read the title
Still he didn't get it
Beneath it in her handwriting were
2 words: "Forget it"