David Cobb - Songs That She Sang In The Shower lyrics

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 And 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 bye 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 Oh, I'm stuck on my own In the room by myself Looks like I'm here with a 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 on my mind Like "Yesterday's Wine" Like "Yesterday's Wine" And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again Without thinking of him Without thinking of him