My Soul Has Gone Bowling Poem by David Thomas

the lights are on but nobody's home
i left the stove runnin,
i had to catch a plane and
now i'm runnin late on the midnight train,

my buddy's got the fire burnin
and his girl's got the roast cookin,
When nobody's home the house ain't clean
when nobody's home the house ain't free,

we keep on bowling but the pins don't remain
we keep on bowling but the score's the same
throw the ball and watch it roll
cross your fingers hope to God,
pick up the spare and the tallies show
He isn't trying and you're only lying

cross your fingers hope to God,
i left the stove runnin and i'm gonna be late
The train leaves at eight and it's
eight thirty-nine,
my buddy's got the fire burnin
and his girl's got the roast cookin,
the more we all change
the more things stay the same

we keep on bowling but the pins don't remain
we keep on bowling but the score's still the same
my brain's gone melted since i lost the game,
but i never threw the ball and the pins were always lame
my cards are on the table
so honey look-it wide,

cross your fingers hope to God,
we keep on bowling but the pins don't remain
we keep on bowling but things stay the same
what happens when we run out of balls,
will the game keep rolling
or will we keep falling
falling, falling, falling,
the ground has never been so far away
keep on falling but things just stay the same.