no more will you find me walking past your door
I wanted you then but I don’t want you no more
you taught me how
to live with an invalid

every night at dinner time we set down our plates
one for you and me and for the one who waits
you taught me how
to live with an invalid

picking flowers on Monday and Tuesday too
flowers on Wednesday to the weekend through
we’re always picking flowers for you know who
you taught me how
to live with an invalid

out in the garden you were digging some rows
you were planting more flowers I think maybe a rose
you were working all alone with a watering hose
you didn’t see it standing there in the shadows
you taught me how
to live with an invalid

I saw you in the tool shed your hand in the box
you was wearing a bathrobe and maybe some socks
you pulled out the pliers like from out of a mouth
you looked to the north and you looked to the south
and you looked to the east and you looked to the west
and then you looked in the mirror where you look best
you taught me how
to live with an invalid