Couer d'Alene


One more
then I'm going home
got a room
down the road.
Gotta sleep
though it's warm here...
outside
thirty below.
Leaving early
in the morning,
just came in
so you'd know
	I'm gonna miss you, Couer d'Alene.

You were dressed up
just like Santa
back when he was
a 24-year-old girl.
Making every-
body naughty.
Christmas Eve
went by in a whirl.
One sweet moment,
wild and sacred,
One sweet corner
of a big round world.
	I'm going – but I'm going to miss you, Couer d'Alene.

'Tis the season
for that kind of dreaming,
but new seasons
shall come to pass.
Some bits of the beverage
will linger,
and some bits
disappear way too fast.
But you
and this bar room...
most likely
the memory will last.
	Your memory, Couer d'Alene