Adultery

There's a mean streak in the sky
On the morning when you come by.
And you ask me "would i?"
And i say i would.
And it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.

And i should've known that you'd come my way.
By the dogs spawled out sleeping in the driveway
Windows open audibly around the neighborhood,
And it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.

And you touched my hand.
And the sun beats down.
Ineffective warnings all over the ground,
And i'm standing on the same spot where you husband stood.
And it's an ill wind that blows nobody good.