Often Is a Word I Seldom Use - John Prine

I know that you’re sad

I know that you’re lonely

You lie awake 'till way past when

I want you to know

That I’m leaving you only

'cause I might not get the chance again.

I’m cold and I’m tired

And I can’t stop coughing

Long enough to tell you all of the news

I’d like to tell you

That I’ll see you more often

But often is a word I seldom use

Often is a word I seldom use.

Tell me, where did the weekend go?

Tell me, where did the weekend go?

Went like thunder, felt like snow.

Went like thunder, felt like snow.

You must think my life’s a circus

Watching me laughing

And slapping my thighs

How’d ya like to die

In the house of mirrors

With nobody around to close your eyes.

Going down to the Greyhound station

Going back home

And get what’s mine

Got me a date

With the ten o’clock special

Gonna be there at a quarter to nine.