Lyrics of 'Left Behind' by Grace Potter

Well he's gone to find his way again
He said he's lost his only friend
He's got a jar of cash to spend
He's running off just like he done before

And he made a stop down the track
He sold his favorite leather hat
He told the man he won't be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I've been left behind

I'd cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He'd tend the fence and shoot the crows
And somewhere in there we got close
They say a handy man is hard to find

He bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He's colder then a steel guitar
He always said he ain't the loving kind

But I said ooh this 'ain't the first time that I've been left behind

Well some days I cry like a child
Other days I ramble wild
He's got me so goddamn beguiled
And I don't even know his middle name

And he's been lost and found before
I've stopped waiting by the door
But I still love him to the core
I only wish that he could do the same

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I've been left behind

Well he don't call and he don't write
He slips on in after midnight
I never turn off my porch light
He always finds his way back my place

And I never ask him for a ring
But he gave my this old song to sing
And helped himself to everything
And now I'm here without a speck of grace

But ooh this 'ain't the first time that I've been left behind
Left behind