Tried and True (Alternate) - Wilco

Like a cloud, his fingers explode

On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows

His heart’s in a bowl behind the bank

And every evening, when he gets home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Tried and true, oooh oooh

Tried and true, oooh oooh

I guess I’m lucky to have you here

In my kitchen in your chair

Sometimes I forget that you’re even thre

One summer, a suicid

Another autumn, a traveler’s guide

He hits snooze twice before he died

And every evening, when he gets home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Tried and true, woo oooh

Tried and true, woo oooh

Tried and true, oooh oooh

Tried and true, oooh oooh