Rye in a Short Glass
I asked for rye in a short glass
Not a story, not a name
Just enough brown to make the wood look honest
And a coal that don't need a flame to stay
She ain't looking and I ain't selling
That's the first kind night I've had
The piano knows more than I do about leaving
I just nod like I always had a chair in this place
Rye in a short glass, smoke in the rafters
I didn't come to be found
I came to sit still till the ice gives up
And the room puts its hand on the sound
If I talk it'll come out like weather
Low and late and a little untrue
So I drink. I burn. I let the band
Do the talking I won't do
Don't ask me where I been
Don't make a morning out of this
Let a man be a quiet customer
In a room that don't need a witness
Rye in a short glass, smoke in the rafters
I didn't come to be found
I came to sit still till the ice gives up
And the room puts its hand on the sound
Two Stools, One Light, track by track
- 1Two Stools, One Light
- 2I Came in Late
- 3You Pour, I Light
- 4Rye in a Short Glass
- 5Keep Your Voice Down
- 6Don't Make Me Talk
- 7Ice and CedarInstrumental
- 8Leave the Smoke
- 9I Still Know That Chair
- 10The Long Way Around the Bar
- 11After the Laugh DiesInstrumental
- 12Stay for the Ash
- 13The Door We Don't UseInstrumental
- 14House Lights DownInstrumental
- 15Not Your Morning