Tried and True (Alternate) - 2020 Remaster

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
Make his supper, and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

Tried and true
Tried and true

I guess I'm lucky to have you here
In my kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes, I forget that you're even there

One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a traveler's guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
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, ooh, ooh, ooh
Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh
Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Tried and true, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy
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