Just Jack

Picture this 2.30 on the hottest night in June
He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon
And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to rise
And stops to contemplate his wife's thighs as he does up his flies
He finds his slippers where he left them under the chair behind
the 2 cups and an old copy of marie claire
He switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dream
catches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheen
And It's a face he knows well although it should look less abused
With all these moisturisers and the skin products he's used
As he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steel
Across the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks real
Past the plasma with the widescreen and the cinema surround sound
And he stops on his favourite spot by the window and looks down
On the orange lit street at the edge of the private car park
Where his Audi TT is waiting safely in the dark
Keeping it all inside of you
Something will have to give
And if you could you'll take it back
But you lose your way in the way you live
Now he can hear wind chimes tinkling out on the balcony
And his phone beeping out a text message in the same key
He checks it and it's Jill who used to be his secretary
Before they started an affair and things began to get really scary
Now his wife Mary is getting weary of his lies
Like she's read the whole sordid story in his eyes
It doesn't help that Jill's now saying that she's 2 weeks late
His mental state is really starting to deteriorate