She's gone 7, 7 or 8 days,
She's gone where I don't even know.
Clock like a steam-drill, tearin up the wall,
The dog's in the cellar again.
I changed my shirt from a white one to a red
But that was back, I don't remember when
I'm learnin' all [bad word] that I used to think the fools followed.
Back when life was livin' for the heart
I'm stumbling to the fridge to find that beer I know I hid, and laughin', -
"Ain't love just like fumbling in the dark?"
She's gone 7, 7or 8 days,
She's gone where I don't even know.
At dusk the kids are playing, saying, "Mama, let us stay out!"
They still believe that they'll [bad word] the sun.
The dog's under the porch-light, sleeping with his one eye open,
Hopin' for some leftover from lunch.
When the street-light has begun
And the mothers take their sons
And stow them safe and warm away behind the door,
I'm cryin in my plate and I'm trying not to hate the way
The dirt makes faces on the kitchen floor.
She's gone 7, 7 or 8 days,
She's gone where I don't even know.
Lord, take the heart of a woman
And show me where it says that love is blind
Because it watches when you're sleeping, till you're snoring,
Then she's creeping down the hallway and away into the night.
She gone 7, 7 or 8 days,
She's gone where I don't even know...