Blues Traveler - This Ache Lyrics

This ache

That follows you down

from wherever you both came from

Well it won't leave

Quietly

It just waits here noisily with me



I turn to go but quite instead

It sinks it's fangs into my head

And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone

The fragrant scent of parts unknown

I try my best but it gets worse

And fearful of this blessed curse

The moon is full I feel my teeth

My instincts give no sympathy for me



All I want is to stay

Here with you

for at least a couple of minutes more

In your front seat

By any reason I can find

My right foot still dangling out your door



This ache

That follows you down

from wherever you both came from

Well it won't leave

Quietly

It just waits here noisily with me



The pots and pans and bareassed bones

Would have me feeling all alone

But never fear the ache is there

And calmly he pulls up a chair

And through the night we play some hands

While the ache he issues his demands

Yeah the ache he issues his demands

And I'm like Custer at his lemonade stand



And all I have is this ache

Just to see you again

Though I've got no pretext to

And hope

Won't quench my thirst this time

Can't you see that I'm aching for you



I go to sleep when I awake

In the kitchen is my ache

He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes

Puts in the time he pays my dues

He sticks a needle in my eye

And haunts me like some tragic lie

Reminds me 'till I bend to break

That I've been given the gift of...



This ache

That followed you down

from wherever you both came from

Well it won't leave

Quietly

It just waits here noisily with me



This ache

That followed you down

from wherever you both came from



This ache

That followed you down

from wherever you both came from

Well it won't leave

Quietly

It just waits here noisily with me





Extracted from the liner notes for the Album "Truth Be Told"

Words by J. Popper

Music by B. Wilson