Lyrics

You know, these days what used to be ain’t what it used to be and I miss it.
Maybe that’s why I do what I do, I’m in the lost and found business
People come to me to find the things they need to remind them of the things they love.
But sometimes when I find what they are looking for, they find they lose the space that replaced it.
Yeah, it’s a tough business but I’m good at it.
When she walked in late on a steamy Tuesday afternoon, I’d had enough of that day.
I heard the door open and I called from the back, “I’m closing up. Give me a call tomorrow, would ya?”
No sound.
I cursed under my breath and moved into the front office through the curtain doorway that don’t hold back nothing but eyes and I stopped short.
She just stood there.
My eyes and chin fell to the floor and I could have leisurely traced back up every inch of her, but I felt something jerk my gaze up to catch her hand as it moved to take a way a lock of hair that had slipped down her cheek.
It was like she had a string on my head, pulling my look just where she wanted it.
She locked into my stare and I heard her softly say, “I’m lost. Can you help me?”
Oh, what could I say? That’s what I do, and at that moment I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather find.
Now it may have been Tuesday, but I took this place because the street outside never knows when it’s had enough.
So I told her the first thing I’d do is get her a beer and a bird down at Eddy’s and we’d take things from there.
I turned to grab my hat and smiled at my good fortune as I thought ‘man, you got to love this job’ but of course, that was my big mistake.
When I turned back, I was looking at a facial expression that made the business end of a ‘44’ seem like a long, lost friend.
She pulled my attention to her mouth which had turned from a ruby rosebud to a swirling cataclysmic whirlpool of words and I had no choice but to listen as she said, “Look Mike Hammer or whoever you think you are, I’m double parked, I got 2 kids in the car, and I’m just trying to find the laundromat. Are you going to help me or not?”
I have to admit I liked her style. Even though she didn’t belong here, she fit right in.
I nodded, pointed across the street and smiled as I rocked my head back and forth just to let her know she’d made my day, and she stormed out.
Later that evening as I sat over my beer and bird at Eddy’s, it didn’t feel like I was eating alone.
Naw, I’m not into any of that mystic stuff but somehow I knew she was thinking about me and our time together … and so was I.
Just the way it used to be.

Lyric & Music: Kevin Reardon