The branches of the trees
They hardly move...

I don't have the things my woman desires
Don't have what it takes to raise her fires...

Fishermen standing upon the waters edge
Some on the grass, some on a ledge...

So many times, I've been here before
Head in my hands, Sitting on the floor...

As soon as we hang up the phone
I feel my eyes begin to swell...

Laying here
With my earphones pressed right into my ears...