I wonder why
I emptied out your clothes
You left on the stove
All that's left is that picture with that naked pose
Your room, clean as can be
Except for that violin
You never tuned
I see you took the bow with you
That face, you left with that face
It's something I will trace
Unless you bring to me that paint brush
And that canvas tree
I know
Why you chose to go
But I could never
Go that way
Chopped down the trees
Your body stripped down to the knees
It's sliced away
What does your promotion wanna say
I wonder why
You buried all the bones
Right down the grove we used to walk
Mark that grave down with that chalk
The room
There's barely any room
Except for the bow that he played with
I see the hair has gone away
That face, I can't forget that face
It's something I will trace
Unless I bring home
His skull and his crossbones
I know
Why he had to die
But I could never
Go that way
Chopped down the trees
Your body stripped down to the knees
It's sliced away
What does your promotion wanna say
I wonder why
I'm wearing out your clothes
No gas in the stove
All that's left is that picture with that deadened pose
This room
As dirty as can be
Except for the cello I will never tune
I'll always keep the bow with you
That face
All I have is your face
Your body's decayed, so I'll never stray
This paint brush will show the way
I know
Why I chose to go
And I forever
Go that way
Chopped down the trees
Your body stripped down to the knees
It's sliced away
What does your promotion wanna say