Minus The Woman

(album: Looks At Life - 1967)

I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn
Badly bent over backwards with the thought of her gone

Her closet is empty the dresser is bare
Except for the cobwebs lay stuck on the mirror
The wallpaper peels and hangs down to the floor
Too tired to stick to the boards anymore

No tick-tock the silence the hands of the clock
Are frozen so stiffly the sound is in shock
I should go and set it and wind it alone
But she's got the turnkey and now she is gone

I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn
Badly bent over backwards with the thought of her gone

Sometimes when I'm tired of ignoring the gloom
I think I'm being studied by the walls of the room
And when I'm not watching too misty to see
These four walls start to creeping real slowly towards me

I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn
Badly bent over backwards with the thought of her gone