Cardboard and wood strewn across the floor,
Damn stove won’t fire up anymore.
You know it’s getting cold out when the wasps come down to walk.
Look at them bottles piled up in the sink.
Honey, you haven’t missed any miracles here.
I traded in my weightlessness for this bitter chair I’m sitting in.
All this longing keeps me high.
I dreamed up all them stars, could’ve been bright
Like Orion thrown from a winter’s night
On some foreign coast.
Sick of hanging around,
Sick of hanging around,
I’m sick of hanging around,
Just me and your ghost.
Bought me a little house just outside of town.
It’s perfect for one, but two’s a crowd.
That’s alright with me for now
‘Cuz I don’t see you around
Except for everywhere, I mean your ghost,
It follows me down
Into my dreams when I sleep,
She’s up in the morning.
Cardboard and wood strewn across the floor,
Damn stove won’t fire up anymore.
You know it’s getting cold out when the wasps come down to walk.
Look at them bottles piled up in the sink.
Honey, you haven’t missed any miracles here.
Just me and an old friend, and we’re sharin’ a drink.