There's a dog on the table
And there's coffee on the couch
And I still feel funny
And my nose is running
Cracked and wished on those old bones
But she told me to go home
And then I told her too
She'll be coming around that cul-de-sac
She'll be taking her old sweet time
And I'll be wasting mine
She's a towering marble statue
I can see myself in her face
In her tears of dripping glass
Please stop it babe, it's bad luck
Don't be breaking and taking your love
Arch-stones and keys you're taking from us
And I see your strength quickly cracking
But face me now and fill it with gold
Your monument forever stands
A small child looks up at you