John Hiatt - All The Lilacs In Ohio Lyrics
Well, you met her there on a New York City stairYou were throwing up on your shoesTryin' to write the great book when it really had you shookWith a bad case of wintertime bluesSo you drag her down to the ragged side of townShe had a taxi to carry her homeThen she left her handkerchief there beside you on the seatAs if to emphasize that you were all aloneIt smelled like springtime and you were just a boyAnd all the lilacs in OhioAll the lilacs in Ohio. There ya go.In the city streets and the dirty winter snowAll the lilacs in Ohio - hio.Well, she's the love story you speak ofWhen you talk to Sam at the barBut it's in the details your story often failsYeah, close, but no cigarAnd you might see your own ass in a double whiskey glassBut you'll never erase her smileAnd you'll never write it down, never find her in this townOf phantom dreams and fingernail filesIt was springtime, and you were just a boyAnd all the lilacs in OhioAll the lilacs in Ohio. There ya goIn city streets and the dirty winter snowAll the lilacs in Ohio - hioSo you pin her handkerchief to your clean white linen sheetsAnd you unmake your bed, crawl inYou imagine her there and you're tangled in her hairAnd she smells like flowers againAnd it's springtime, and you were just a boyAll the lilacs in OhioAll the lilacs in Ohio. There ya goIn the city streets and the dirty winter snowAll the lilacs in Ohio - hio
