“Wages of Sin”

  

c. 2026 Rod Ice

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(7-26)

 

A clock on the wall says you’re leaving again

I should have known it was a matter of time

But I have enjoyed the feeling

Of keeping you around, to ease my mind

Comfort had me chasing after shadows

When the truth, could plainly be seen

So when you walk out that door on Monday

It won’t come as a surprise to me

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through

 

I had a wedding ring on my finger, once

And a vow taken to the heart

I never intended to cheat on that deal

But circumstances drove us apart

She got a burr right under her saddle

A prickly bit of bad advice

That told her to take, control of the odds

And drive a wedge between man and wife

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through

 

That strategy worked well enough to ruin

Everything we had as a pair

Pretty soon when I looked at her picture

No magic was lingering there

We split on an evening when she locked me out

It wasn’t something that I had expected

But with my clothes in a trash bag, waiting

I realized our romance had been neglected

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through

 

That’s why I’ll take this free ride for fun

‘Cause it’s all I’ve got left at the end

I could use a kiss and a warm embrace

Now that I’ve got a room at the Days Inn

My wife is somewhere feeling happy but hurt

A combination I don’t suggest

She got a court-ordered code of justice

And I’m the one stuck with this mess

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through

 

You’re mighty young and pretty, girl

Perhaps a better friend than I deserve

But since you don’t know where I started out

Maybe we can work our way ‘round the curve

Come to me when you’re ready for a cowboy

And I’ll be your ticket to ride

Take your money from the night stand

Give me a wink as you say goodbye

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through

 

Just a weekend walk in the park

And holding hands, long after dark

Those are the things you do

When the wages of sin come through