FAR FROM ME
(John Prine)


John Prine - 1971





As the café was closing on a warm summer night
Kathy was cleanin' the spoons
The radio played the Hit Parade
And I hummed along with the tune
She asked me to change the station
Said the song just drove her insane
But it weren't just the music playin'
It was me she was tryin' to blame

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

Well I leaned on my left leg in the parkin' lot dirt
Kathy was closin' the lights
A June bug flew from the warmth he once knew
And I wished for once I weren't right
Why, we used to laugh together
And we'd dance to any old song
Well, ya know she still laughs with me
But she waits just a second too long

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me

Well, I started the engine and I gave it some gas
Kathy was closin' her purse
Well, we hadn't gone far in my beat up old car
And I was prepared for the worst
"Will you still see me tomorrow"
"No, I got too much to do"
Well a question ain't really a question
If you know the answer, too

And the sky is black and still now
On the hill where the angels sing
Ain't it funny how an old broken bottle
Looks just like a diamond ring
But it's far, far from me






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2012)