the wife she walks in through the door
she knows her husband's home
his presence looms
he's locked up in his room
the wife she's talking on the phone
she says he's allways home
and yet he's so remote
he builds these model boats
the wife she wonders why she said
i do so many years ago
if only she had known
the wife so many things unsaid
since they were newly wed
she staring at the axe
in the garden shed

the seargent said to me
it's such a sad case
they seemed to get along so well
move along
move along
there's nothing for you to see here