Jason Isbell - Yvette lyrics
[Jason Isbell - Yvette lyrics]
I can barely make out
A little light from the house
On the cul-de-sac bedroom upstairs
It's a family affair
I've watched you in class
Your eyes are cut glass
And you stay covered up head to your toe
So nobody will notice you
I might not be a man yet
But that bastard will never be
So I'm cleaning my Weatherby
I sight in my scope and I hope against hope
I hope against hope
Your mother seems nice
I don't understand why
She won't say anything as if she can't see
Who he turned out to be
And I might not be a man yet
But, your father will never be
So I load up my Weatherby
And I let out my breath
And I couple with death i couple with death
Saw your father last night
And in the window the light
Made a silhouette saw him hold you that way
He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette
A little light from the house
On the cul-de-sac bedroom upstairs
It's a family affair
I've watched you in class
Your eyes are cut glass
And you stay covered up head to your toe
So nobody will notice you
I might not be a man yet
But that bastard will never be
So I'm cleaning my Weatherby
I sight in my scope and I hope against hope
I hope against hope
Your mother seems nice
I don't understand why
She won't say anything as if she can't see
Who he turned out to be
And I might not be a man yet
But, your father will never be
So I load up my Weatherby
And I let out my breath
And I couple with death i couple with death
Saw your father last night
And in the window the light
Made a silhouette saw him hold you that way
He won't hold you that way anymore, Yvette