it’s so quiet…you can hear cars rollin by… but… that’s ’bout it…every once and awhile you hear a door slam downstairs…old pick up startin’ up…chewin’ up gravel as it backs down the driveway…didn’t bother to see who it was that left…could’ve been her…should’ve been him…many times as he caught her you’d think he’d left a long time ago…you’d think…

heard that door slam ‘fore…never so loud as this time…seemed to have had a purpose…some meaning behind it…must’ve been him that left…that heavy door slammed hard…felt it upstairs…then again…that little lady’s got some force to her as well…she might’ve left…could’ve very easily said the hell with it…been on her way…doubt it though…she never had the guts…too scared to go out there in America and see what’s goin’ on…I don’t think she’s ever left town…there’s always a first…

hear some movement down there…water runnin’…he wouldn’t take a bath…she would…I knew she’d stay…then again it might be a shower…he’d take these long showers in the middle of the afternoon after he got off work…heard the water fallin’ for a good half hour…sometimes you could hear him singin’…old songs by Bob Seger…Bachman Turner Overdrive…some Thin Lizzy…you’d think he was givin’ a concert…but…no singin’ today…and that water’s still goin’…who in the hell left…

water’s stopped…I’ll bet it’s her…it is her…hear her sobbin’ away…that’s definitely her…son of a bitch has done left her…maybe for good this time…sounds like it…she just screwed ’round too many times on him…catch her up at the bar flirtin’ with all kinds of men…gettin ’em to buy her a drink…maybe a joint to share out in the parkin’ lot…she was always lookin’ for some kind of escape…always…

I’ll be damned…done left her…somebody’ll come and pick up the pieces…she’ll be alright…she’ll be alright…have another man in no time…