Drifter

Terrified by the plane ride home to your mother's house in Galveston 
  The furniture was covered all in white 
  Such a long, long flight, and you spoke no words 

  Glorified was the yard out front, all the wreaths from acquaintances 
  On the cards were the names you heard on the phone while your mind wandered far 

  And you know it didn't mean a thing 
  She waited for your ring 

  Mystified by the kitchen's wares 
  Cupboards full of all your favorite fruits 
  When you forced me to her bed undressed, her photo on the dresser glared at me 

  It was then, I noticed you were scared Scared you'd be there soon 
  Waiting for a ring, I never heard you sing again