Tried and True


Like a cloud his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's 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, oh that's you
Tried and True, ooooohh

I guess I'm lucky to have you here
In my kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes I forget that you're even there

One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a traveler's 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, oh that's you
Tried and true, ooooohh

Tried and true, oh that's you
Tried and true, ooooohh
 

found on: Summerteeth Demos

words: Jeff Tweedy

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