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

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 the guy that I judge worse than anyone else

So I pace, and I pray

And I repeat the mantras that might keep me clean for the day

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

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 that 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 then, without thinking of then