I’m sleeping in my clothes tonight
In a double bed with a cast iron frame
And neither of us is to blame
Oh my love
Oh my love
Every hour the good lord sends
We work to save for the holidays
Still we can’t afford to curb the ways
Of the heart
Oh my love
Spill those secrets, don’t suffer alone
Come the morning i’ll take them home
Spill those secrets one at a time
Come the morning they’ll be with mine