Half a Heart

Composed by Stan Rogers | © Fogarty’s Cove Music

That one behind you on the padded velvet throne
Don’t turn around! You’ve seen that kind before
Wolves hang around here and they hunt the woods alone
Waiting for hearts to wander through the door

This bar has changed now that the hunter’s hunted, too
Who is the prey, and who is the hungry mouth
Go talk with strangers, only nothing said is true
It’s, “Who do you know?” and “When did you last fly south?”

And it’s drink bought to catch the eye and make intentions known
The kind they would never buy if they meant to drink alone

And it’s soft words that make the play in warm and winning tones
The kind words they’d never say if they dared to sleep alone

But like you, I’m fascinated by the glitter of the flame
Watching wolves steal half of a heart away
Watching wolves steal half of a heart away