From the recording Sputnik
Lyrics
Style
By Ted Horrell
I don’t know when you noticed that you had style
But lately I’m supposing that you’ve known for quite a while
When you asked me if I guessed it I said, well sure
I suppose that I suspected, you asked why I used that word
Now you’re gone, and it don’t seem right
Because the one’s who’re supposed to love you have kept you out of sight
Yeah you’re gone, you cut out the light
And none of the ones that you love are missing you tonight
You probably shouldn’t have tried to flaunt it the way you did
Though I don’t know how you’d have hidden it, you were just a kid
I wonder if they had decided before you knew
I wonder if they bothered finding if your style worked for you
Now you’re gone, and it don’t seem right
Because the one’s who’re supposed to love you have kept you out of sight
Now you’re gone, you cut out the light
And none of the ones that you love are missing you tonight
And now a heavy hand is holding a heavy head
And a swollen tongue is mouthing the words that he never said
And she’s wondering why she doesn’t feel more grief
Like when a hundred year old lady dies, pain is mixed with relief
Now you’re gone
I wish that I had told you I liked your style,
But I really didn’t know you, I haven’t for quite a while
And I’m wondering if I really do quite enough
To make the way a little easier for those whose roads are rough
Yeah you’re gone, and it don’t seem right
Because the one’s who’re supposed to love you have kept you out of sight
Yeah you’re gone, you cut out the light
And none of the ones that you love are missing you
And none of the ones that you love are missing you
Yeah none of the ones that you love are missing you tonight