You sure picked a fine time…
In a bar in Dunsford Do across from the depot
On a barstool, she took tore up her contract
I thought I’d get closer so I walked over
I sat down and asked her name
When the drinks finally hit her she said “I’m no quiter
But I finally quit playin’ on dreams
I’m hungry for slaughter and here ever after
I’m after whatever the other teams bring”
In the mirror, I saw him and I closely watched him
I thought how he looked out of place
He came to the amazon who sat there beside me
He had a strange look on his face
His hands were slender, he looked like an aristocrat
For a minute I thought I was dead
But be started shaking, his big heart was breaking
He turned to the amazon and said
“You picked a fine time to leave me, Lustria
With four struggling Bretonnians and a team to field
I’ve had some bad games, lived through sad games
But this time the loss won’t heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lustria”
After he left us, I ordered more whiskey
I thought how she’d made him look small
From the lights of the barroom
To a rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty but when she came to me
She must have thought I’d lost my mind
From the lights of the barroom
To a rented hotel room
We walked without talking at all
She was a beauty but when she came to me
She must have thought I’d lost my mind
I couldn’t hold her ’cause the words that he told her
Kept coming back time after time
Kept coming back time after time
“You picked a fine time to leave me, Lustria
With four struggling Bretonnians and a team to field
I’ve had some bad games, lived through sad games
But this time the loss won’t heal
You picked a fine time to leave me, Lustria…”
