Phantom Limb

Phantom Limb

Outside the snow is melting

And the moon hangs in the sky like a chandelier

She sits by the window, waiting

For his headlights to appear

He calls to check in every now and then

He shows everyone her picture

He says she means the world to him

He don’t hang around

She doesn’t ask him where he’s been

He’s not someone she expects to see again

He’s a phantom limb

He traded in the four door Buick

For a two door, midlife crisis, Italian car

If there’s a way to get rich quick he’s pursued it

And by his own free will he slid a $20 bill

Into a Christmas card

He calls to check in every now and then

He shows everyone her picture

He says she means the world to him

He don’t hang around

She doesn’t ask him where he’s been

He’s not someone she expects to see again

He’s a phantom limb

They say the truth is in the middle

He had something else in mind

He wasn’t there when she was little

And like the moon the past is never far behind