Lyrics
I came home to an empty house
I returned home to a deserted house.
after two years tried and true,
After two years of effort and faithfulness.
Made up a rhyme
Created a poetic expression.
about love and time,
About love and the passage of time.
but had no one to tell it to.
But had no one to share it with.
I lit a smoke then I threw my coat
I lit a cigarette and discarded my coat.
in the chair where she used to sit,
In the chair where she used to sit.
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Reflecting on the extreme loneliness of the situation.
She used to stand by the kitchen door
She used to stand by the kitchen door.
while the sun was coming up.
While the sun was rising.
She'd always tell me if it looked like rain
Providing information about the weather.
or if the cat crawled on my truck.
Or if the cat crawled on my truck.
Now every morning is a quiet mess
Now every morning is chaotic and filled with painful memories.
with these things I can't forget,
Recalling things that are impossible to forget.
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Highlighting the profound loneliness.
No more fire to raise the crane,
No more warmth to lift the crane.
No more track to hold the train,
No more path to guide the train.
Everything that I thought was love
Everything once believed to be love now seems like regret.
Is looking like regret.
And I used to have some sense of self,
I used to have a sense of self.
but I don't know where it went.
But it's now lost.
Feel like a clown 'neath a paper crown
Feeling like a fool under a fragile crown.
juggling in an empty tent.
Juggling in an empty and purposeless space.
I've wore my feet up a many street
I've wandered through many streets without finding it.
and still ain't found it yet,
Expressing the ongoing search for a sense of self.
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Emphasizing the extreme loneliness.
And no more fire to raise the crane,
No more warmth to lift the crane.
No more track to hold the train,
No more path to guide the train.
I've been stranded in the rain so long
Stranded in the rain for so long that I can't distinguish what's wet.
I don't know what's wet.
And I got drunk on Christmas night
Got intoxicated on Christmas night.
and had an epiphany:
Had a moment of realization.
Let's end the day in a holy way
Suggesting an unconventional and symbolic end to the day.
and set fire to the Christmas tree.
Setting fire to the Christmas tree in a transformative act.
While all the bulbs were burning down --
While all the bulbs were burning down.
the angel was taking fits,
The angel figurine was experiencing distress.
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Highlighting the extreme loneliness once again.
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Reiterating the profound sense of loneliness.
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