Lyrics Pillows and Prine - Bombadil

Pillows and Prine

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
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 put space
Between our pillows at night