Hard Heart

An attic apartment with a wooden staircase fire escape —
Now that he’s moving, he’s glad that everything heavy stays
He’s leaving the woman with the expensive suitcase
The one she asked for last Valentine’s Day
You could tell she was the type who’d never settle for a card
You’d have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now
He’s taking the vacuum. He’s taking the broom
She never expected to have to clean those rooms
He’s got a couple of milk crates of old LPs
Judging from his records, he’s too much like me
She’s letting him get away with 6- and 12-string guitar
You’d have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now
She’s staying with her sister for a couple of days
They agreed that it’d be easier if she just stayed away
I never trifled with them, and they never bothered me —
That’s the best way of being neighborly
Though she did call the police in the middle of my best party
Still, you’d have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now
They shared a car, and they got a little dog
You can’t ask the figures where the arithmetic went wrong
Maybe it was her job that made her so unhappy lately
Maybe the puppy was practice for a baby
Never did I once see him take it out in the yard
You’d have to have a hard heart not to feel sorry for her now