Red Apple Falls

Well, the widow says it's hard to live With a man, a man like me The widow says it's hard to live On the lonely version of love I give And I've seen the way her eyes light up When she looks at the man in a family way He's made of iron and he knows the way And when I think about my brother dying And my parents trying to slowly do themselves in Inch by inch, day by day And the telephone ring is like a banshee wail Well, the widow says I broke her first And of course, I say just the reverse And we can't get past this No, we can't get past this Something she did on the fourteenth of June 'Cause of something I said on the thirteenth of June And we can't get past this No, we can't get past this And if we could lock our lips and block our noses And swim beneath the barrier And come up clean on the other side But we can't get past this No, we can't get past this