honey i'm a big boy now

i can see the kitchen light

from the road where i park my bike

but it's dark there as it often is these days

and the gloomy living room

really needs a dust and a broom

but i can't brush your memory away

her father was an admiral

in someone else's navy

and she had seen the world before i met her

she would wash and cook and clean

and all the other things between

and like a fool i just sat there and let her

now i can feed and wash and dress myself

and i can sleep without the light on

honey

i'm a big boy now

i don't know what she does with all the money that i sent her

she's running round the town with the young pretender

i haven't touched the garden

since the day she walked away

from a love affair that bore only bitter fruit

she took everything she wanted

which is why she left me here

with these pots and pans and my old wedding suit

a letter came one morning

that she would not let me see

and from that day i began to realise

that she would one day break

the home we tried to make

for sinners cannot live in paradise