Songs That She Sang In The Shower

On a lark

On a whim

I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them

And his fist

Cut the smoke

I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke

And in the car

Headed home

She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone

With a steak

Held to my eye

I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye

And another brief chapter without any answers blew by

And the songs that she sang in the shower

Are stuck in my head

Like "Bring Out Your Dead"

"Breakfast In Bed"

And experience robs me of hope

That she'll make it back home

So I'm stuck on my own

I'm stuck on my own

In a room

By myself

Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judged worse than anyone else

So I pace

And I pray

And I repeat the mantra's that might keep me clean for the day

And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear

Like "Wish You Were Here"

How I wish you were here.

And experience robs me of hope

That you'll ever return

So I breathe and I burn

I breathe and I burn

And the church bells are ringing for those who are easy to please

And the frost on the ground probably envies the frost on the trees.

And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind

Like "Yesterday's Wine", like yesterday's wine

And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again

Without thinking of them

Without thinking of them