The Turquoise Seam

[Verse 1]
Her lipstick stain on a Shiner Bock bottle,
A single silver hoop by the salt-shaker's lean.
Cleaning up an hour past midnight again,
The quietest kind of a battlefield scene.
The dust settling down makes a fine coat of rust
On the life they just cracked right down to the seam.

[Chorus]
It's the geology of a goodbye, I guess,
Written in the things that get left in the mess.
A fault line of pressure, a hairline of stress,
And the turquoise you find under all of the hardness.

[Verse 2]
He sat like a granite boulder from the Davis range,
She wept like a flash flood in a dry chaparral.
Jude said, "She'll be back for it," then he paid for the change,
Like a fool trusting water from a poisoned well.
Her car radio fading out on KXTN,
A sad accordion playing its last farewell.

[Chorus]
It's the geology of a goodbye, I guess,
Written in the things that get left in the mess.
A fault line of pressure, a hairline of stress,
And the turquoise you find under all of the hardness.

[Bridge]
And I'm mad at him for the silence he kept,
And I'm mad at her for the promises swept
Under the table with the dirt and the dust,
For letting a good thing just corrode and rust.

[Outro]
(Cello reharmonizes verse melody, mournfully)
He said, "She'll be back for it."
Yeah, she'll be back for it.