Isabelle

Now it's just you two

In a world of poems and paintings

I guess this means I'm through

It also means I'm breaking

But Isabelle, what can I do

If I'm caught in him, this man you love?

And Isabelle, what can I do

If his strong hands make it hard to shove him away?

And I know it's hard to picture it up here

In your tobacco-strewn back yard

And it is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him

Just look what he's done so far

But Isabelle, what can I do?

The last thing I need is to end up askew

And Isabelle, what can I do?

The prophets make it difficult

Isabelle, what can I do

In the few weeks time you're out of sight?

And Isabelle, what can I do

Just because it feels alright?

And the ground's already hard

Where its been dug in

I've gone this way too many times

But the pit keeps getting deeper

But I'm not turning back

So Isabelle, try to understand

I know just what to say

But it's incorrect to say it

How do I break it to him?

The death of one is staying

And all I think of now

Is a way to get under and a way to get out

So Isabelle, what can I do

With the naive pain it's causing you?