It's not the clothes that she borrows 
just call me out - you know I'll follow 
Back through the backdoor into June 
Luck will sleep the October June 

Sometimes in deep thought I'm 31 
she's wanting kids 
sounds like fun, 
I'll teach them to sing along 
sure beats the end of a smoking gun 

And I know that God exists 
because I feel him sometimes 
when she takes up the sheets 
or my telephone lines, but 
when I'm home she says: 
"Baby you're a lie..." 
"You're not really here." 
"You've gone away..."

(Seven Mary Three - Gone Away)