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One old brown shoe falls in slow motion, |
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And the bedsprings hover right above your head, |
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As bed springs do, when you're beneath them. |
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Someone else just climbed into your bed. |
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By the time she thought you'd probably got to phoenix, |
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She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled. |
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Well you've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45, |
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And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall. |
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You'll dig a double grave out in the meadow, |
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And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud. |
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You'll take i-35 south towards laredo, |
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Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir |
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That'll make everything better, except your late wife and her lover. |
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By the time she thought you'd probably got to phoenix, |
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She'd sealed her fate and gotten herself killed. |
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Well you've got your pride, and a blue-steel '45, |
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And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall. |
