The room is dark, save for the lights on
Fumble around another... year
Can't seem to find her way out of
The darkness of her silent... fears.
And the fruit of love has lost its flavor
Another bite another... (yeah)
And with no taste to save her
She tries the salt from her... tears.
Chorus:
Fumbling around
In this cold New England town
Where she's lost, but never found
What she was looking for
And everyday's another daze
Of that happy housewife haze
And she just can't help but think
Somehow she wanted more.
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Well, someone told her silence was golden
Midas touched another... tear
Even "good night" would be good
If a good night could be had in... here.
And the pillow's soft, save for the hard
Reality of another...
The bed is large when he's gone
And it's even bigger when he's... there.
Chorus:
...fumbling around
That cold New England town
Where they've lost but never found
What they were looking for
And everyday's another daze
Of that happy housewife haze
And she just can't help but think
Somehow she wanted more.
So maybe it's time she hit the road
At least he hasn't hit her... yet
Never really been a gambler
She already took her best... bet.
©1994 James (Gary) Geniesse
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