Reva's House

Maybe it was the way he walked

Or the way he combed his hair

Could have been the fancy words

Or the sweet wine in the air

Wasn't the muddy shoes she'd hear

Slow coming up the hall

Or the faces in the pictures

That were hanging on the wall

Knock down the door to Reva's house

There's something going on

The dogs were barking late last night

There's something going wrong

Maybe she hoped he would just go away

And wake up alone in bed

Maybe there was no reason

For the things that he had said

Didn't find the matches

Couldn't light them in the dark

Could only hear the sound

Of the breaking of her heart

"Don't know where to run to

I don't know where to hide

Can't hold my head up anymore

Don't listen when I cry"