I came home to an empty house
After two years tried and true
Made up a rhyme about love and time
But had no one to tell it to
I lit a smoke then I threw my coat
In the chair where she used to sit
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
She used to stand by the kitchen door
While the sun was coming up
She'd always tell me if it looked like rain
Or if the cat crawled on my truck
Now every morning is a quiet mess
With these things I can't forget
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
No more fire to raise the crane
No more track to hold the train
Everything that I thought was love
Is looking like regret
And I used to have some sense of self
But I don't know where it went
Feel like a clown 'neath a paper crown
Juggling in an empty tent
I've wore my feet up a many street
And still ain't found it yet
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
No more fire to raise the crane
No more track to hold the train
I've been stranded in the rain so long
I don't know what's wet
And I got drunk on Christmas night
And had an epiphany
Let's end the day in a holy way
And set fire to the Christmas tree
While all the bulbs were burning down
The angel was taking fits
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
