He never sent her flowers by wire
He said, the spending comes in time
A little later, once I've made it out the red
Would you wait here while I scrape it by til then
He's workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
And twiddlin his thumbs
Still workin odd jobs, on and on
Good God
And in the pink of health, very well read
He wanted something else, sure
Someone else to be
Yeah yeah yeah
He's workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
And twiddlin his thumbs
Still workin odd jobs, on and on
Good God
He's workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
He never left her flowers to dry
And felt indulgence all the while
Is there no room left to love you, drowning here
Yeah there's so few of those old truths, they've disappeared
He's workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
And twiddlin his thumbs
Still workin odd jobs, on and on
Good God
He's workin odd jobs, on and off
Til somethin comes up
And twiddlin his thumbs
Still workin odd jobs, on and on
Good God
And in the pink of health, very well read
He wanted something else, sure
Someone else to be
Yeah yeah yeah
