Wilco - Tried And True lyrics

Like a cloud his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His hearts in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold Tried and true, that's you Tried and true, hoo hoooo I guess I'm lucky to have you here In that kitchen, in your chair Sometimes I forget that you're even there One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a travelers guide He hits snooze twice before he dies And every evening when he get home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries While his shoes get cold Tried and true, that's you Tried and true, hoo hoooo Tried and true, that's you Tried and true, hoo hooo