v.1
Staring into the closet
looking cross the great divide
from the emptiness of one wall
to the clutter on my side
Piles of shirts and sweaters
she gave me years ago
She was everything I needed
but I never let her know
v.2
Looking through the shambles
I salvage only pain
All the mem’ries well preserved
but nothing here’s the same
These boots she bought still fit me
but they won’t ride again
and this suit won’t see a church house
‘less I meet an early end
Chorus
This wardrobe of a fool
worn like a fitted glove
threadbare as my soul
it served me well enough
Tattered as my heart
and just as empty too
In the closet of a clown
hangs the wardrobe of a fool
v.3
This jacket in the corner
used to warm her at the game
those cold November evenin’s
back in our better days
I didn’t mind the bitter winds
when she borrowed it back then
But right now in this empty house
I can feel that chill again
Chorus
This wardrobe of a fool
worn like a fitted glove
threadbare as my soul
it served me well enough
Tattered as my heart
and just as empty too
In the closet of a clown
hangs the wardrobe of a fool
Tag
I’m standing in the closet
looking cross the great divide
from the emptiness around me
to the boxes just outside