Since you looked Dad in the eye And you told him that "Things are about to change."
My mom was made from Adam's rib
And the marriage went south
And the snake came back and asked my mother out to dinner
And my dad found out
And asked my mom what that's about
And she said, "Oh it's nothing."
But dad loves to shout, really loud
Loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground
In my memory, I can hear
Chopin's Nocturnes playing in the background
A slow train wreck, you'll close your eyes
But forever hear the sound
And boy it's tough
'Cause that's the sound of people falling out of Love