Bookends

from I Rode Fido Home

She on the left he on the right
They sit in their living room
Stare at the fire, sparks up the flue
Escape to the night, bedtime soon

And sure there's plenty to talk about
But there ain't much to say
God's on the mantelpiece
And what's He got to do
With all of this anyway

And the silence here is written
It's the holiest you've ever seen
These two just bookends
To the spaces in between

They say they can talk about anything
Unlike so many others they know
Three out of five end in divorce
A matter of course, they read it was so
They read it was so

She closes the book he puts out the fire
She turns down the bed, coming dear
They lie in the dark, listening to
Whispering ghosts in the downstairs room

Chorus

(she on the left, he on the right,
sparks up the flue, escape to the night)

Credits:

Robbie Schaefer, Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP

© 1995