You put on your raincoat

‘Cause it looks like it just might today

And you grab your keys

And you're out the door before you know where you're going

And if blame, as they say, is for God and little kids

Then you're deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist

‘Cause you can't help but blame yourself

For your long face

Not a day passes that you don't fold your hands

And ask St. Francis to find the lust for life

That you lost when she left with your tongue

And your last breath

Well, she's a thief with an eye for nice things

Not a day passes that you don't close your eyes

And ask St. Francis to find the love of your life

That you lost when she left

You dumb fuck, your life's a mess

Without her to tell you what to say

Or when to breathe

Or what you'll need where you're going