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