Marriage Museum -

Sepia tone soldier

A picture on a wall

Artifacts from the in-laws

Best put ‘em where they’re saw

Worn, leather smoking chair

His throne now mine

Parts smooth parts torn apart

Like love over time

I hear them whispering behind closed doors

They’re opening now, but I’m not ready for

Welcome to the Marriage Museum

Don’t touch a thing, he ain’t coming back here again

Stuck behind a rope like a guest in my home

A passenger on a ship that can’t go back from where it’s come

Welcome

Welcome

Just a board and some nails

Are all that remain

Of a house in a tree

In the yard where we played

I hear them whispering behind closed doors

But I’m screaming out, I’m not ready for

Welcome to the Marriage Museum

Don’t touch a thing, he ain’t coming back here again

Stuck behind a rope like a guest in my home

A passenger on a ship that can’t go back from where it’s come

Welcome

Welcome

A voice on the answering machine

A half forgotten dream

Step right up and ask yourself

If this the dream?