Oh, the fault it started drippin' in the kitchen
And last night your picture fell down from the wall
Today the boss said sorry I can't use you anymore
And just then the life all went out in the hall

Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half right now it seems
There ain't noithing in my pocket but three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream

Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half right now it seems
There ain't noithing in my pocket but three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream...