Heat of the city, a breeze cross his forehead
His hand on the windowsill rests
Waiting to hear it, her feet on the porch steps
'Jenny, come in,' he says under his breath

He says that two can make more than two
He says that two can push out ghosts
He says, "I'm haunted by somebody lonely
I hear the voice at night when you're gone
Saying, 'you know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running'"

And when she returns the things that she's borrowed
Coming to see what was made and what broke
Guilty, his eyes unraveled
The thread at her hem and the pearls at her throat

Under the swaying, the floorboards are creaking
There's sweat down his new cotton clothes
While a song in the next room is playing
A voice from the radio calls
Saying, "You know what I'd do if I were you?
Break down the door and go after her running
You know what I'd do if I were you?
Set fire to the cords that bind you in longing"
Jenny come in, there's food on the table
And though it is small, a bed that is clean
Music for playing and hands that are able
To hold a woman who's warm but mean