Songtexte Pillows and Prine - Bombadil

The laundry pile's growing and we haven't swept the floor
She's playing the same song on the radio that she did before
She mutters something softly and I know she's almost done
So I head out the back door like a bullet from a gun

I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don't always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows at night

She always wears her sunglasses stays home most the time
Keeps the old grandfather clock wound and running fine
She has three French Bulldogs they definitely aren't mine
When I step on their shit on the carpet I wonder if it's a sign

I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don't always seem to get it right
That's why we put space between our pillows at night

I know how to make her cry like a movie at its peak
I know how to make her crack in my sleep

I swear she's out to get me she sets her traps at dawn
Walking on eggshells lightly from an omelet that tasted wrong

I see one way and you see another way
We don't always seem to get it right
I see one way and you see another
Picking a fight that put a cowboy under
We don't always seem to get it right
That's why we put space
That's why we put space
That's why we put space between our pillows at night