Partly owned tuder house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used a diaphram
Put back into its case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I don't want to know
Cheat me

I don't want to know
Children play in the yard
Mother stares at the wall
Father says he's gonna be back late
So don't wait up
About a quater to 3
Father stares at the wall
Stained thicker than water
Who's gonna clean it up