Losing Things - Patty Smyth

My way my word and one good shoe

A book that I was halfway through

My train of thought my mother’s ring

I’m good at losing things

My words my nerves all track of time

The shoulder of a friend of mine

The places where my hope still springs

I’m good at losing things

Well I lost my place and I fell behind

Baby when did you get so hard to find

I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true

When did I start losing you

My faith my fight my childhood home

My love of spending time alone

The taste for whiskey and its sting

I’m good at losing things

My dad myself and Peace of Mind

My favorite dog and so much time

The song my grandpa used to sing

I’m good at losing things

Well I lost my place and I fell behind

Baby when did you get so hard to find

I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true

When did I start losing you

A string of pearls a boy I loved

Her baby curls a small red glove

My face in what your love could bring

I’m good at losing things

Well I lost my place and I fell behind

Baby when did you get so hard to find

I’ve been careless with your love I know it’s true

When did I start losing you

When did I start losing you

Tell me I’m not losing you