The whole week as I find out

You’re in love in another man’s arms

Of course the same record player

That I thought I threw out

Gets refurbished

And replays over and over in my life

And of course I open up

My messy closet

And find the key in it

And open the chest where

All my vices are

Of course I’m drinking and smoking

Away all that I feared was coming

Of course, of course

What different course

Could you have given me God?

Why every women I’m with

Ends up with someone after me?

Why do I have to go through the hell

Of their pain

To reach a new level of pain and love?

Of course it’s for a better outcome?

But no matter the lefts or the rights

I take

They lead me to the same heartache

Of course it pours its winter

Of course there is thunder

Of course you were the naked tree

That is now blooming

Because of me

Of course in the summer I am

The naked tree

Once more

And evermore

Of course, I’m off course