Tom Catmull and the Clerics: noise and words

Well, the stairs sound so lonely without you
I ain't made my bed in a week
coffee stains on the paper I'm writing
and I'm too choked up inside to speak

and yes I know that our differences pulled us apart
we never spoke a word heart to heart
and I'm glad that you're gone
and I wish to the lord that you'd come home

well, my guitar still plays your favorite songs
though the strings have been out of tune for quite some time
every time I strum a chord
I pray up to the lord
that you'll quit your honky tonkin and sing my song

yes, I'm glad that you're gone
I got the feelin so strong
yes I'm glad that your gone
and I wish to the lord that you'd come home

so, I'll throw another log onto the fire
and yes I'll admit that im a lousy liar
while the coals die down and flicker
I hear that guitar picker
play the songs we used to love so long ago