Now I Taste The Tears Lyrics

Buzz Clifford Now I Taste The Tears

Television's goin'
And the wash still on the line
Hear the whistle blowin'
Yeah, the train, it's right on time
I should try to catch her
But she's taken my last dime

Closets hanging empty
And the dresser drawers are bare
Dishes in the sink still
And the room could use some air
I should try to catch her
But would she really care

Tried to watch the TV
Reception ain't so clear
Walk into to the kitchen
Guess I'll have a beer
Then I find a letter
Now I taste the tears

Stated first she's sorry
For the wrong she's done
Maybe I can forgive her
But what's done is done
Walk into my bedroom
Then I find my gun