She gone 7, 7 or 8 days 
She 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 gone 7, 7or 8 days 
she 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 gone 7, 7 or 8 days, 
she 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 gone where I don’t even know
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