My Old Lady

My dirty sheets in dirty heaps in fifty wrinkles on the floor
She walks across an empty room and then she locks the front door
There is no shred of hesitation in the back of her mind
She drops the towel like an hour glass that’s running out of time
She wakes the neighbors when the window’s closed
I should have met her in a hotel out where anything goes
Cause I know I’m never gonna change, I’m never gonna change
My old lady, she ain’t home
She won’t cry cause she don’t know
I see no sidewalks in the neighborhood where everyone goes
You know we soak up the small talk on the weekends and we wear the right clothes
So call me a coward, call it a curse
Blame it on the bitter weakness, don’t blame it on lust
Cause I know I’m never gonna change, I’m never gonna change
My old lady, she ain’t home
She won’t cry cause she don’t know
Last night I asked my only mistress why she’d never leave me
And she said “I get so tired of the ways and lies that I’m supposed to be”
So call me a coward, call it a curse
Blame it on the bitter weakness, don’t blame it on lust
Cause I know I’m never gonna change, I’m never gonna change
My old lady, she ain’t home
She won’t cry cause she don’t know