when you're around i just can't open up my mouth
i think my conscience keeps the words from slipping out
and we've been married now for far too long to count
i still hear you walking round the house
finding bottles you left strewn about
when you left me there were bills still in the mail
calls to answer and a staleness to the air
but morning moments convinced me you were there
i still hear you walking round the house
finding bottles you left strewn about
if you have to go away
maybe it can wait 'til some other day
i still hear you walking round the house
finding bottles you left strewn about