Quentin taught me how to fish   And how to hold the gun   Said that what you're hunting down   Is everything you love   Folks run fast, so does life   And that's the way it seems   Candles burn down to the table      Keith never talked to much   But smiled, blue eyes gold   There must be a story   Behind every fool you know   Words get lost in the haze   What most people think   Darling, work for no mans dreams      Chorus:   Now, all the old widows   Carry love poems by their side   Oooooh, most of that's from knowing   Keith and quentin      When quentin found the snowed-in motel blues inside his cup   He took a gun downstairs   Never did come back   It was only springtime   One year and another 'til fall   Sometimes in the night I cry      (chorus)      (chorus)