Tried and True - Wilco

Like a cloud his fingers explode

On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank

And every evening when he get home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries

While his shoes get cold

Tried and true, that’s you

Tried and true, hoo hoooo

I guess I’m lucky to have you here

In that kitchen, in your chair

Sometimes I forget that you’re even there

One summer, a suicide

Another autumn, a travelers guide

He hits snooze twice before he dies

And every evening when he get home

To make his supper and eat it alone

His black shirt cries

While his shoes get cold

Tried and true, that’s you

Tried and true, hoo hoooo

Tried and true, that’s you

Tried and true, hoo hooo