Year Two, Week Thirty-Eight: “Cooking”

Lyrics:

She packed her two bags
and drove away
She didn’t know where she was going
Or if she knew, she didn’t say
My eyes were as dry
as leaves in the autumn
But my heart was a stone
sunk down to the bottom
And I’m cooking for one again
And I’m cooking for one again

It’s a lonesome Thanksgiving
A solitary seder
I cooked chicken two ways
and saved one way for later
I make beef into hash
and pot into pie
No one sees what I eat
No one watches me cry
And I’m cooking for one again
And I’m cooking for one again

You can eat your dinner
eat your pork and beans
I eat more Froot Loops
any man ever seen

One day she’ll be back
and hungry for toast
I won’t burn the salad
Or drink all the roast
Till then I’ll keep
a place at the table
and season my skillet
whenever I’m able
And I’m cooking for one again
And I’m cooking for one again
And I’m cooking for one again
And I’m cooking for one again

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