Things Have Gone To Pieces

Oh, the faucet started
 Drippin' in the kitchen
 And last night your picture
 Fell down from the wall
 Today the boss said "Sorry,
 I can't use you anymore."
 And tonight the light bulb
 Went Out in the hall
 Chorus:
 Things have gone to pieces since you left me
 Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
 There ain't nothing in my pocket,
 But three nickels and a dime
 But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream
 Somebody threw a baseball
 Through my window
 And the arm fell off
 My fav'rite chair, again
 The man called me today and said,
 "He'd haul my things away
 If I didn't get my payments made by ten."
 Chorus:
 Things have gone to pieces since you left me
 Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
 There ain't nothing in my pocket,
 But three nickels and a dime
 But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream...