My Old Lady

My dirty sheets in dirty heaps in fifty wrinkles on the floor

She walks across an empty room and then she locks the front door

There is no shred of hesitation in the back of her mind

She drops the towel like an hour glass that's running out of time



She wakes the neighbors when the window's closed

I should have met her in a hotel out where anything goes

Cause I know I'm never gonna change, I'm never gonna change

My old lady, she ain't home

She won't cry cause she don't know



I see no sidewalks in the neighborhood where everyone goes

You know we soak up the small talk on the weekends and we wear the right clothes



So call me a coward, call it a curse

Blame it on the bitter weakness, don't blame it on lust

Cause I know I'm never gonna change, I'm never gonna change

My old lady, she ain't home

She won't cry cause she don't know



Last night I asked my only mistress why she'd never leave me

And she said “I get so tired of the ways and lies that I'm supposed to be”



So call me a coward, call it a curse

Blame it on the bitter weakness, don't blame it on lust

Cause I know I'm never gonna change, I'm never gonna change

My old lady, she ain't home

She won't cry cause she don't know