A Good Good Wife

I'm staring out at infinity

In the shadow of my family tree

My brother is the funny one

I'm still trying to find my place, you see

I wonder what my parents dream

When they go to bed at night, I mean

Is it wise and full of unsaid things?

Sweetened sons and bitter pires

There's so much that I don't understand

It's a long, long life

I'll comb my hair and I'll clean my hands

Be a good, good, good, good wife

I was told I had a hungry eye

It kept me counting as the days went by

A girl not naked must still be robed

Wrapped in the fat of all the things she chose

Many hands and years have made me lean

Smeared 'round the edges of the glass I clean

And when I look for God, I find him folded

Between the linen and the sheets

There's so much that I don't understand

It's a long, long life

I'll comb my hair and I'll clean my hands

Pleasing face and pleasing palms

It's not love, but it is a man

I'll be a good, good, good, good

Good, good, good, good

Good, good, good