I SIT THERE
TALKING TO MYSELF
WHY CAN'T HE
TURN IT DOWN
HE KEEPS THAT TV
UP SO LOUD
THAT I CAN'T THINK
AND EVERY TIME
I TURN THE PAGE
HE STARTS TO TALK
ABOUT HIS DAY
CAN'T HE SEE
I'M TRYING TO READ
AND IT'S COLD ENOUGH
IN HERE TO FREEZE
HE KEEPS IT
SIXTY-EIGHT DEGREES
WHAT'S THAT MAN
BEEN THINKING OF
AND ALL THE YEARS
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER
YOU'D THINK HE'D
KNOW ME BETTER
THAN HE DOES
I SIT THERE
WONDERING
TO MYSELF
WHY HE WEARS
THE SAME OLD CLOTHES
WITH ANY SENSE
HE'D KNOW THEY'RE
OUT OF STYLE
AND DAMN THAT MAN
WHY CAN'T HE TELL
I'M DYING
IN THIS HOUSE
I AIN'T BEEN OUT
ON THE TOWN
IN QUITE AWHILE
AND CAN HE TELL
WHAT MOOD I'M IN
THE WAY I'VE GOT
MY BACK TO HIM
I DON'T FEEL LIKE
MAKING LOVE
AND ALL THE YEARS
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER
YOU'D THINK HE'D
KNOW ME BETTER
THAN HE DOES
I SIT THERE
THINKING TO MYSELF
WHY HE'S BEEN
COMING HOME SO LATE
HE KNOWS
THAT SUPPER'S
WAITING ON THE STOVE
I SIT THERE
LYING TO MYSELF
ABOUT THE SUITCASE
IN THE HALL
AND THE NIGHT
I HEARD HIM
CALL HER
ON THE PHONE
SAID HE'D BEEN
THINKING TO HIMSELF
THE WAY I'VE
TREATED HIM LIKE HELL
AND I'VE FORGOTTEN
HOW TO LOVE
AND RIGHT BEFORE
HE DROVE AWAY
THROUGH HIS TEARS
I HEARD HIM SAY
I DON'T TALK TO HIM
ENOUGH
AND ALL THE YEARS
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER
YOU'D THINK HE'D
KNOW ME BETTER
THAN HE DOES
AND ALL THE YEARS
WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER
WHY DON'T HE
KNOW ME BETTER
THAN HE DOES