He fixes up his favourite snack
Sprinkles on some heart attack
It hasn’t mattered since Sharleen has gone
He grabs the twinge that stabs his back
He pulls the pants out of his crack
He sometimes hopes he won’t be round too long

Each morning seems to come too soon
He’s happier when he can brood
Amid the dark and shadows of his mind
He sits inside his well worn rooms
And weaves her from the velvet gloom
Until there is a memory that shines

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And it’s one more glass of whisky for each teardrop
One more cigarette for each sad dream
One more take-away
For every word he hears her say
Even though she’s nowhere to be seen

He sometimes thinks he’ll end it all
But always then he’s hears her call
To tell him that the world has more to give
He wanders up and down the hall
And smiles at her purring drawl
And wonders if her love can help him live