Red Apple Falls

Well, the widow says it's hard to live
With a man, a man like me
The widow says it's hard to live
On the lonely version of love I give
And I've seen the way her eyes light up
When she looks at the man in a family way
He's made of iron and he knows the way

And when I think about my brother dying
And my parents trying to slowly do themselves in
Inch by inch, day by day
And the telephone ring is like a banshee wail

Well, the widow says I broke her first
And of course, I say just the reverse
And we can't get past this
No, we can't get past this
Something she did on the fourteenth of June
'Cause of something I said on the thirteenth of June
And we can't get past this
No, we can't get past this
And if we could lock our lips and block our noses
And swim beneath the barrier
And come up clean on the other side
But we can't get past this
No, we can't get past this