Feet clenched up tight under the covers
The jaws clenched up just right
My minds just busy to busier
And all this snoring keeps me up at night
And I can’t say, I’ll live on forever
There was a time when my chest got tight
But I’ll be there in one way or the other
It’s just another day’s work

How will I fill up my time?
I used to fill up my night
But now I’m fighting with the stars
You said the stars wouldn’t fight
And how will I love my wife?
Will I think of the words to say?
Will she think I’m a boring man?
Am I a boring man?

She lays next to me
Our feet all tangled up in bed
I don’t hear quite so good
But I heard every word she said.
She said,”I’m no paragon of virtue,
I’m not writer in the sky
There were times I didn’t see you.
There were times when all the time just went by.
But I tried to love you just the same.
I tried to love you twice as much.
When those ideas in your head
Took the place of your touch
When those ideas in your head
Took the place of your touch.”