When twilight pales and fades to black,
A breeze swirls through the willow trees
I wonder what it is I lack.
Sometimes I wish that you’d come back
Other times I’m glad to be free
When twilight pales and fades to black.
We let our marriage get off track
But you know it’s not all on me.
I wonder what it is I lack.
Now you live in a tiny shack
On the very edge of the sea
When twilight pales and fades to black.
On nights like this I almost crack,
Missing the way things used to be.
I wonder what it is I lack.
Perhaps I ought to take you back
Just you and me—and she makes three.
When twilight pales and fades to black,
I wonder what it is I lack.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is