I think to myself when we kiss
   Your husband is watching
   From his portrait his eyes are looking down
   On the slipper and stocking
   Back against the bookcase
   Down upon the floor
   Empty the decanter
   Slur again for more.
   His house, Her home, our future in a lover's world
   Her son, Her heart, her love for me, tomorrow's world
  
   I laugh at myself when your son
   Is watching cartoons
   In the morning he's looking up at me
   When we're in the bathroom
   Sees me kissing mother
   Doesn't blink an eye
   Asks a lot of questions
   Answers hard to find.
  
   I talk to myself when I'm drunk
   And she is still sober
   Words are so few and far between
   My arms reach to hold her
   Hungry for the love
   I rescued from the grave
   The past is just a portrait
   The future's ours to frame