Tried and True (Alternate) - 2020 Remaster

Like a cloud, his fingers explode
 On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
 His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
 And every evening when he gets home
 Make his supper, and eat it alone
 His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
 Tried and true
 Tried and true
 I guess I'm lucky to have you here
 In my kitchen, in your chair
 Sometimes, I forget that you're even there
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 One summer, a suicide
 Another autumn, a traveler's guide
 He hits snooze twice before he dies
 And every evening when he gets home
 To make his supper and eat it alone
 His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
 Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh