Gale:
The other man has time to manicure his nails
The other man is perfect where his rival fails
And he's never seen as something other than a cousin
The other man enchants his clothes with bakery flour
The other man keeps fresh cut wounds in each cave
There are berries that's scattered everywhere
And when his lover comes to call
He finds her waiting like a lonesome Victor
'Cause to be by her side it's such a change from old routine
But the other man will always cry himself to sleep
The other man will never have her love to keep
And as the years go by the other man will spend his life alone, alone
Alone
