Gene Pitney

Things Have Gone to Pieces

Gene Pitney


Oh, the faucet started 
Drippin' in the kitchen
And last night your picture  
Fell down from the wall
Today the boss said "Sorry, 
I can't use you anymore."
And tonight the light bulb 
Went Out in the hall

Chorus:
Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
There ain't nothing in my pocket,
But three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream

Somebody threw a baseball 
Through my window
And the arm fell off 
My fav'rite chair, again
The man called me today and said, 
"He'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments made by ten."

Chorus:
Things have gone to pieces since you left me
Nothing turns out half-right now it seems
There ain't nothing in my pocket,
But three nickels and a dime
But I'm holding to the pieces of my dream...