Whiskered Wife

We heard the story from his whiskered wife

As we sat around her in that dusky den

She told us how he lost his life

And ten years later picked it up again

He was carving marble in his dreams

And sleeping in an old septic shack

So he left his kingdom and he left his queen

I guess they still expect him back

This home is broken

No lights are on

There's someone hoping

Hope's not all gone

He started over somewhere later

Built another world in another town

She saw his picture in the paper

He face it wrinkled as they sat her down

All the good things are worth the wait

But an empty pocket and a burning shoe

Make it easier to just clean the slate

And what's a family but a bill that's due?

This home is broken

No lights are on

There's someone hoping

Hope's not all gone