| I lead a rich rewarding life, a wife, a home, a car
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| But generally you can find me down in some dim lit bar
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| I hold all the pleasures of the world, this fact I can’t deny
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| But I’m living, yes, I’m living in the shadow of a lie
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| My wife’s first husband and myself were on a fishin' trip
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| He was in our rowboat, me on shore, when I saw my partner slip
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| A hellish thing took hold of me and I delayed my rescue dash
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| Still I knew my lover husband had finally breathed his last
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| I took his body back to town and restrained a happy smile
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| When they said there’d be a hearin', wouldn’t even be a trial
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| That a fine upstanding citizen like me could do no wrong
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| And the walls between me and my love would finally soon be gone
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| Now just when my world glows brightest and warm thoughts run through my head
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| A chilling darkness hovers like a demon over head
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| And sometimes the guilt inside me reigns so strong I hope to die
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| For I’m living, is it living, in the shadow of a lie… |