Seven Or Eight Days

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 the rules 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 outrun 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