Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon the shadow grows

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank

And every evening when he get home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold

Tried and true that's you

Tried and true hoo hoooo

I guess I'm lucky to have you here
In that kitchen in your chair

Sometimes I forget that you're even there

One summer a suicide

Another autumn a travelers guide

He hits snooze twice before he dies

And every evening when he get home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold

Tried and true that's you

Tried and true hoo hoooo

Tried and true that's you

Tried and true hoo hooo