There's a house upon the lake
Where her laughter and her lies
combined to claim your soul to take
There's a lamp without a shade
In the parlor where she
pinned you down and history was made
Gene I dream that life outside of here
Is so much more amazing than either one of us
Could ever imagine
There's a clearing in the woods
Where you took a shot accused of
not delivering the goods
And there's the ring you pawned away
You can feel the branches snapping
off remembering that day
Gene I dream that life outside of here
Is so much more amazing than either one of us
Could ever imagine
There's the blood, and there's the prints
From where she laid you out and
played you out and left the evidence
There's a place away from town
Along a lonely stretch of highway
where your Pontiac broke down
Gene I dream that life outside of here
Is so much more amazing than either one of us
Could ever imagine
Gene I dream that life outside of here
Is so much more amazing than either one of us
Could ever imagine