Well she's sitting on the edge of my bed

Taking her shirt off over her head

I should be somewhere else but i am right here instead

As this old scene unfurls

In this ever changing world

I ask myself how did i lose my woman for this here girl

Well she lays back like a queen

In some dark medieval dream



All at once god becomes a big old machine

And i've got one hand on the switch

Building up a fearsome itch

To turn him off for a little while

And dig myself a six foot ditch

'cause every move she makes

Tempts this here bough to break

I know man lives on love

How much love can one man take

If there's a train coming I can't see it