The Living Centrifuge

Sorrow is a lonely road
With a rain like your tears
It's heavy on the roof
On the roof above your head

Tomorrow is a lovers' town
That's been beaten down
The end of winter holds
The life we've lived

Instead of drowning in despair
for I find small comfort in a bottle
when we're apart
they say: don't let the teardrops rust your shining heart.

I used to drive all night for you
while the children were asleep
as the dawn broke on your room
back into my house I'd creep
where my husband slept alone.
of course he must have known.
for we always hide the truth
for fear of losing what we own

Now don't forget the words that we choose
and constantly misuse.
they were written down
every time we were apart
they say: don't let the teardrops rust your shining heart.