Brown Paper Bag

She cleans off the table

Throws the dishes in the sink

And gently hangs her apron on the floor



In minutes she's back

Down at the magazine rack

In the back corner, of the corner grocery store



She reads of movie queens

In those photo magazines

Then fondles four or five, she's gonna buy



Now, she's takin her life home

In a brown paper bag

To read about who's livin her life



He fires up his pick-up

He just got off the graveyard

And he trudges down the road, home to the night



Cause life's so dang dead

In the house where he's been dyin

He wonders why the heck he even bothers



So he stops off at a water hole

And picks up a pint

The most perfect peace of mind, two bucks can buy



Now, he's takin his life home

In a brown paper bag

Instead of just takin his lie



He's sittin' there in his undershirt

Just guzzlin down his gin

An she'd lied on her satin sheets, lovin her leading men

Cause he's the one night stand kind of love

Be over and beyond our eyes



And now the two brown paper bags

Are just two garbage cans

That used to hold their lies



And now all the riches that they shared

Have turned to rags

But now everyday they take their lives home

In two brown paper bags.



Thanks to adrina