She lets me in by the back door, the TV sound off not to wake her kid,
And afterwards she lies there, I guess just dreaming dreams
I stay till she falls asleep, play some solitaire
Or watching the moonlight play across her arse,
The last bacardi she poured growing stale in a glass
You're a little out of shape, she said, maybe it's time you hit the gym
She saw the picture in my passport, we both laughed at my moustache
She bought me a Yankees cap so I could look like a regular guy
There's still snow on the fields, mist on the hedges outside,
Night tip toes in, slowly drowning her smile
I said You know how it is sometimes, some days you just wake up terrified
She said There's beer in the fridge downstairs
but you sound like you got drunk before you came
I said Aww, don't pay me no heed, broken hearted is my default mode
Her kid's comic lies open close by where she lies,
At a cartoon moonlit road winding to a cartoon sunrise