Corrugated Tin Facade

Look at this mess, he thought he was cheatin' God She leaves in the autumn, his face like a beaten dog Now he's become everything that you hate He's just in time to be too late His friends are like snowflakes, his lies are confessions Behold the old man and his ruined possessions He can't play guitar but he does try very hard Pens from hotel rooms, old library cards Photos and whatnots, blood in his boots Sun in his eyes, an anchor instead of roots Clocks on every wall, fish in the ocean Solitude, faith, suspicion, commotion The hole in his stomach tastes like words He dreams and imagines his face like hers He knows he can't live without his greatest fears And nothing's more beautiful than a woman's tears Cardboard boxes full of regrets He feeds his remorse like you feed your pets Voices in his head that all said live a day But the look in his eyes makes him a dead giveaway The bough that he breaks, the line that he draws He fell in love with the ugliness that nobody saw As close as he came, as far as he stood He loved her with his mouth as hard as he could Most people change when they enter the door They walk home from work and remember the war He's digging a ditch, spent the day piling Dirt until it hurt and went away smiling Alone and heartbroken, just the way he likes it Only the loneliness knows him wholly And nothing seems to work, wrong everywhere He watches her brushing her long, heavy hair