Marriage Museum

Sepia toned soldier

Picture on the wall

Artifacts from the in-laws

Best put 'em where they're saw

Worn leather smoking chair

His throne now mine

Parts smooth

Parts torn apart

Like love over time

I hear them whispering

Behind closed doors

They're opening now

But I'm not ready for

Welcome

To The Marriage Museum

Don't touch a thing

He ain't coming back

Here again

Stuck behind a rope

Like a guest in my home

A passenger on a ship

That can't go back

From where it's come

Welcome

Welcome

Just a board

And some nails

Are all that remain

Of a house

In a tree

In the yard where we played

I hear them whispering

Behind closed doors

But I'm screaming out

I'm not ready for

Welcome

To The Marriage Museum

Don't touch a thing

He ain't coming back

Here again

Stuck behind a rope

Like a guest in my home

A passenger on a ship

That can't go back

From where it's come

Welcome

Welcome

Voice on the answering machine

A half forgotten dream

Step right up

And ask yourself

Is this the dream