the days are long

Since my baby left me,
I'm doing pretty well,
I've lost a few pounds,
As you can probably tell.
And since she loves another,
It's not as bad as you might think.
I'm resting on my laurels,
But it's got me time to think.
Because I'm busy doing nothing,
Working the day through.
Trying hide to find,
Lots of thing not to do.
And my life was cold before,
And my life will be warm once more.
And the nights are long and so sore,
And the nights will be short once more.