With these buzzing barflies and clumsy poems
Every line is your name
And these jukebox junkies are mumbling the words
When every song is saying the same
"Don't go"
But I can't ask for you to stay
No, I couldn't treat you that way
I'd be lucky if I was named Kentucky
Then you'd be coming home to me
I'd be the lucky one in the northwest sun
And you'd come home to me
You'd come home to me
All of these patrons and empty drinks
Are simply distracted
From a beautiful girl both broken and blonde
With claws still retracting
Sugar in the water and fruit in the well
Who knows what you're attracting?
I realize I am one of them
So forgive the way I'm acting
You know?
But I can't ask for you to stay
There is nothing else to say
I'd be lucky if I was named Kentucky
Then you'd be coming home to me
I'd be the lucky one in the northwest sun
And you'd come home to me
You'd come home to me
Janelle, I can tell
No matter how hard you fell
You'll get up
You are strong
Farewell just means moving on
So Janelle, my friend
How many nights did I spend
At the bar that you tend?
A fond farewell is all I send