There's no more pictures in the frames
There ain't no tears rolling down
I missed you more than ever
When I watched you shut me out
I don't like to sit in my favourite chair
And feel our love go wrong
But I'm half asleep, my darling
Half asleep and drunk
I went off and poured some Northern slag
Three years ago yesterday
I needed peace and quiet
But I thought of you in any way
The hands that slapped me sweetly
The kind words you used to say
Who the hell is Robert Wilson?
Is Robert Wilson here to stay?
I'm half asleep and drunk
I've been drinking on the lawn
Looking at the house we shared
Where my mail no longer comes
If you really want me gone for good
Give me that voodoo doll
I'm half asleep and drunk, dear
But lonesome most of all
Alright my little sugar
I'm saying things that I don't like
I was only expecting
To see my future smiling wife
Instead I'll marry this bottle of honesty
Dressed in copper rags
Dragging down the aisle
With a rope around your neck