across the foot of my bed
crumpled sheets, two tired bodies
sins i commit now in my head.

I have cursed your name a thousand times or more
your photograph lies deep at the bottom of my drawer
but when i looked at it this morning
i had no angry words to say
no angry words to say.

The coffee maker that you gave me
well, it finally broke down
it up and died this morning
with a groaning sound.

All these ghosts i have driven out
driven them from my house
it's a simple life i lead
still got a lot to learn about.

     "Yeah, but i'm finally getting over....yes, i'm finally getting over...

      the sad part of yesterday
      no angry words to say."

I learned a little 'bout forgiveness
a little 'bout sin
a little 'bout the soul of a man
living within this skin.

ain't afraid of a new love that could be starting
i don't wear a face that says i'm weary-broken-hearted
i don't need someone to smother
with the love that you discarded.

     'cause i'm finally getting over.....yes, i'm finally getting over
      the sad part of yesterday
      no angry words to say