a red so deep

the furnace burns

the baby turns

she cries when she's hungry

the morning paper will knock the door

to interrupt their slumbers

are you satisfied tonight

oh

trader's wife?

does he neglect you?

crawling bar stools and touching the girls

as you wash their smell from his clothes

they shoot the horses when they're too old to race

and so

my dear

is there room in bed for me?

the setting sun has eteched lines upon this face

shades of red of a furious defeat

are you satisfied tonight

oh

trader's wife?

as he thinks to you: i don't know you anymore