Minus The Woman Lyrics

John Hartford Minus The Woman

I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn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I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn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

Somеtimes when I'm tired of ignorin' the gloom
I think I'm bein' studied by the walls of the room
And when I'm not watchin' too misty to see
These four walls start to creepin' real slowly towards me

I'm minus the woman a love that's withdrawn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