Andrew Calhoun

Guilty in Your Home 

©1977 Andrew Calhoun, unrecorded 

Mind you not what lovers say 
Mind you not their easy way 
Mind you not their cares and shames 
Mind you not their candleflames 
When you find yourself alone 
Guilty in your home 

You have trembled in the gun 
You have crumbled in the sun 
You have rotted in the glove 
Of long days, and senseless love 
When you find yourself alone 
Guilty in your home 

Is my billy on her back? 
Is my billy on the track? 
Will she climb down the tree 
To come and see and speak to me? 
No, she's stuck up there alone 
Guilty in her home 

The past is not a witness 
Nor the closet where we kissed 
I feel bad about the bloody nose 
But worse about the fist 
'Cause you're stuck back there alone 
Guilty in your home