Pot of Tears


Music and lyrics by Whitney Smith, ©2000, SOCAN


Naked woman angry at her man,

Holding up the best she can.

Fill this thimble to the top,

Pour your gold in here, don’t stop.


Naked woman, downtown Joan of Arc.

Fires raging, no place to park.

Paint a window on my night,

Leave it open, shine a light.


Fly above me, come and love me, hold the dream.

That old mad house scene, I can't do.

What exactly was it I was searching for

When I gave my heart to you?


Wishful thinking, thought we had a plan.

What’cha cookin’ in that old pan?

Hot and bothered, lukewarm running fears,

Time will boil away this pot of tears.