Songs That She Sang in the Shower

On a lark
 On the 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 stake
 Held to my eye
 I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye
 And another brief chapter without any answers blew by
 And the songs that she sang in the shower
 Are stuck in my head
 Like Bring Out The Dead
 Breakfast In Bed
 And experience robs me of hope
 That she'll make it back home
 So I'm stuck on my own
 I'm stuck on my own
 In a 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 mantra's that might keep me clean for the day
 And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear
 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 envy's the frost on the trees
 And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind
 Like Yesterday's Wine, like Yesterday's Wine
 And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again
 Not thinking of them
 Not thinking of them
 
 On a lark
 On the 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 stake
 Held to my eye
 I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye
 And another brief chapter without any answers blew by
 And the songs that she sang in the shower
 Are stuck in my head
 Like Bring Out The Dead
 Breakfast In Bed
 And experience robs me of hope
 That she'll make it back home
 So I'm stuck on my own
 I'm stuck on my own
 In a 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 mantra's that might keep me clean for the day
 And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear
 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 envy's the frost on the trees
 And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind
 Like Yesterday's Wine, like Yesterday's Wine
 And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again
 Not thinking of them
 Not thinking of them