Heart On The Floor Blues Poem by Terry Fitzgerald

I'M GOING DOWN TO THAT PLACE
I'VE BEEN BEFORE
DOWN TO THE PLACE
WHERE MY BABY
WALKED OUT THE DOOR
THE NIGHT SHE TOLD ME
SHE DIDN'T NEED ME ANYMORE


WHY DID SHE GO I JUST DON'T KNOW
MY HEART FELL RIGHT OUT
RIGHT OUT ON THE FLOOR
AND SHE STEPPED UPON IT
AS SHE WAS WALKING
OUT THE DOOR

NEW YORK IS COLD THIS TIME OF YEAR
OR SO THEY SAY
BUT NOT AS COLD AS MY BABY MADE ME
FEEL THAT DAY
THE MEMORY FADES
BUT THE PAIN IT STAYS
MY HEART IS ACHING
‘BOUT ALL THOSE TIMES I PLAYED
MY TEARS THEY BURN ME
I GUESS I SHOULD HAVE
CHANGED MY WAYS

SHE HAD TO GO
AND THIS I KNOW
SHE FOUND SOMEBODY
WHO WOULDN'T TREAT HER SO
I CAN'T GO BACK MY TEARS THEY FLOW
MY HEART'S STILL LYING,
RIGHT THERE ON THE FLOOR
JUST WHERE SHE LEFT IT,
THAT NIGHT SHE WALKED ON
OUT THE DOOR