When It Comes to Love

Sent you a postcard

From Fayetteville and Charleston with

Thoughts of you

And thoughts of you

Sent me a letter

With kerosene and perfume

And wish me wells

And when it comes to love

aint what you thought it was

Don't have a clue to offer

Don't got a place to run

And when it comes up rough

And if you spill your cup

Ah when the pain is drying

I'll be cleaning up

After my sweet love

God I miss you

In the breaking of the day

Don't know how you slipped away

But I forgive you

And I blame it on myself

And I never learn my lesson

And I'll wake up with someone else

And when it comes to love

aint what you thought it was

When you're out in the open

When you're down on your luck

And if it comes up ones

And when they call your bluff

Ah when the girl is crying

You'll be cleaning up

After your sweet

Love

Lovely lovely take it from me

You get what you wanted and still wanted something

You pray and you proffer the best you can offer

All of the houses and cars underwater

You're Lovely lovely say that you love me

Some of the crew and ya cronies are wondering

The fakes and the phonies are rather alarming

All of the dogs and the children are starving

And when it comes to love

aint what you thought it was

Don't have a clue to offer

Don't got a place to run

And when it comes up rough

And if you spill your cup

Ah when the pain is drying

I'll be cleaning up

After my sweet love

My sweet love

My sweet love

My sweet love