And when the night is over
And daytime reveals your new lover
Just one more cigarette, one more coffee
Will help replace your torn cover
You change your sheets like you change your hair
The bleach will prove no one was there
But you exist not as you were born
But in life itself in so many forms
And when the day is over
There is nothing left to show her
She has taken away all you have brung
Your life your soul, All you have sung
Your eyes unseen look past the door
Your cigarette lies burning
On the uneven floor
You pick up your keys
As you played your part
Your steps unsteady
In the growing dark