They're burning ditches for the spring
The days are getting longer
There's a red tail on the wind
Won't be long till the morning sun
Will chase this chill away
There's room enough in this empty house
for my pride and a telephone
But my pride has arrested
and the phone never rings
For a decent man with a broken heart,
it's just one of those things
I made mistakes and more mistakes,
was something we just couldn't do
Now we're a thousand miles apart
and there's nothing left to say
or to help me find my way
But I'm learning to live alone
There's room enough in this empty house
For my pride and a telephone
and the phone never rings
For a decent man with a broken heart
It's just one of those things
My thoughts scatter like these alley cats
But all this time and all of these miles
And it's still too dark to see
But I'm learning to live alone
There's room enough in this empty house
For my pride and a telephone
And that phone never rings
For a decent man with a broken heart
It's just one of those things
It's just one of those things
It's just one of those things
It's just one of those things you
