Your Laker’s Back In Town

I see it in your eyes
Searching through the harbour
And out across the bay
His ring is on your hand;
He called you up from Cleveland yesterday
Now who’s he left behind?
The weather’s fine, he’ll soon be coming ’round
I try to hold you closer
But your laker’s back in town

Every forty days
He leaves you lying sleeping
And clears for Thunder Bay
You call me on the job
And cry about how long he’ll be away
You need a country band
A cheap hotel and me to run around
But for now it’s over
Your laker’s back in town

A distant whistle moans across the bay
Pulls us apart
The singer says, “We’re gonna slow things down.”
Your cheating heart sounds like a clock run down
Your laker’s back in town

He comes in looking like he owns the place
And he knows you’re here
The singer hollers, “It’s the final round.”
The final beer feels like a rock going down
Your laker’s back in town

The band has gone away
They’re clearing off the tables
And giving me the eye
You took him out the door
And never thought to turn to say goodbye
And I’m the crying fool
I know that you will call and I’ll be ’round
To try to hold you closer
‘Til your laker’s back in town
And try to hold you closer
‘Til your laker’s back in town