And now that she's won at the gambling With a hand of freezing cold All there is for us is hanging Color pictures on the wall And now the moon is in my bedroom It paints your image on the wall Like you're standing there all naked Waiting for your man to call Oh All the widows, all the lovers All the buddies left behind Empty bar seats at the corner Only parties to remind Oh Mother, father, brother Gonna miss you so Mother, father, brother Let me go