Corrugated Tin Facade - Buck 65

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