He's My Man

Late September in the City

The sky is grey, the air is sticky

I keep falling in and out of sleep

Late in the sun scorch the grass

The flies are mucking on the glass

But they're the only other friends I have

You see

I need him so much that it hurts

I wish he didn't have to go to work

And I just lie and watch the ceiling fan turn

He's my man

We're hand in hand

To hell and back

And I love him like nobody else can

He's my man

I've been damned

No, nobody has to understand

Me and my man

I stay home and make his dinner

Even though somehow he keeps getting thinner

I wait watching the washing machine spin round and round again

I need him so much that it hurts

I wish he didn't have to go to work

He keeps complaining that his vision's blurred

But he's my man

We're hand in hand

To hell and back

And I love him like nobody else can

He's my man

I've been damned

No, nobody has to understand

Me and my man

He keeps having feverish dreams

That he can never ever leave

He wakes: headaches, funny taste to his tea

I want him to stay here forever

He's happiest with me

Cause he

He's my man

And I love him like nobody else can

He's my man

He's gone quite mad

No, nobody has to understand

Me and my man