Your mom, she called and asked for you
Her voice it seemed a bit confused
She plum forgot those plans you made
Oh, where's the bills I should have paid

Hey, while I'm on the subject now
Did you tick off the cat somehow
And where's the food she likes to eat
I feel I'm heading for defeat

Ole Rocky he lays by your chair
As if you're somehow sitting there
The warmth that should be in this place
Is just not there without your face

The dishes they pile up too fast
My appetite for soup won't last
Yeah, things are not like they should be
Your absence sure has played on me

 
Today as I was heading out
I realized without a doubt
That you have spoiled me way too long
And I can't make it on my own

When is it you'll be getting in
The hampers full, my nerves are thin
This house is in such disarray
It's just, whenever you're away

 Ronnie D. Shreve © 12/3/2005