Things Have Gone to Pieces

Oh, the faucet started

Drippin' in the kitchen

And last night your picture

Fell down from the wall

Today the boss said "Sorry,

I can't use you anymore."

And tonight the light bulb

Went Out in the hall

Chorus:

Things have gone to pieces since you left me

Nothing turns out half-right now it seems

There ain't nothing in my pocket,

But three nickels and a dime

But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream

Somebody threw a baseball

Through my window

And the arm fell off

My fav'rite chair, again

The man called me today and said,

"He'd haul my things away

If I didn't get my payments made by ten."

Chorus:

Things have gone to pieces since you left me

Nothing turns out half-right now it seems

There ain't nothing in my pocket,

But three nickels and a dime

But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream...