I am dreaming of the oxtail soup And the hot fry of scrapple And the cluttering of yatzee dice Across your kitchen table So i've rolled a snake eyes You keep score on the brown bag Sharpen pencil with pen knife Like you have done your whole life In the middle of the county And you seem so content Buttering your saltine The pattern on your juice glass The hole in your door screen In the middle of the wire Na na na na na na na Have you ever known a lover Besides my grandfather Did you ever discover You can't sleep beside each other In the middle of the night And gradma you're smiling though you've heard no word i've said I recognize that smile means Her hearing aid's gone bad And she's coasting in the silence Cut free from conversation Grandma looks beneath the table Says I see your secret now You wear white shoes past labor day But I promise I won't tell And if you wanna know why men fall asleep after sex It's cos they've thrown off their need That's why we women stay awake tossing dice Cos' we've just been shot through with seed And it's electrifying Like fireflies sown into your lining