What does the painter do?
    When he finds his home empty
    Night after night after night
    An empty fridge
    An empty bed
    An empty heart

What does the window washer do?
    As he tends to his helpless mother
    A sponge bath and blended dinner
    To quell her terminal aches and cries

What does the mechanic do?
    As he beats his wife out of alcoholic rage
    And she prays for the husband she married to reappear
    But he won't come,
    Not until too late