So this is the day of our trial
I've been waiting all winter for some sign
Of a thaw in this icy affair
But since that's not the case, oh, I'll wait
You know, sometimes, I even get to thinking
That we'd have been smarter
If we'd ended it back there in the womb
Like we should've done
It would have been kinder now, wouldn't it?
You'd think that by now we'd have found
Some arrangement less public than this
After all, what is there left to divide
But a rainchild
And this sackful of bills on my mind
Oh, it feels like I'm working for
Some lawyer's vacation
How they're reveling in these
Twisted affairs of possession
It would've been kinder now, wouldn't it?