It`s not the clothes that she borrows
just call me out - you know I`ll follow
Back thru the backdoor into June
Luck will sleep the October June
Sometimes in deep thought I`m 31
she`s wanting kids
sounds like fun,
I`ll teach them to sing along
sure beats the end of a smoking gun
And I know that god exists
because I feel him sometimes
when she takes up the sheets
or my telephone lines, but
when I`m home she says:
“Baby you`re a lie...”
“You`re not really here.”
“You`ve gone away...”