Isabelle

Now it's just you two
 In a world of poems and paintings
 I guess this means I'm through
 It also means I'm breaking
 But Isabelle, what can I do?
 If I'm caught in him, this man you love?
 And Isabelle, what can I do?
 If his strong hands make it hard to shove him away?
 And I know it's hard to picture it up here
 In your tobacco-strewn back yard
 And it is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him
 Just look what he's done so far
 But Isabelle, what can I do?
 The last thing I need is to end up askew
 And Isabelle, what can I do?
 The profits make it difficult
 Isabelle, what can I do
 In the few weeks time, you're outta sight?
 And Isabelle, what can I do
 Just because it feels alright?
 And the ground's already hard
 Where it's been dug in
 I've gone this way, too many times
 And the pit keeps getting deeper
 But I'm not turning back
 So Isabelle, try to understand
 I know just what to say
 But it's incorrect to say it
 How do I break it to him?
 The death of one is staying
 And all I think of now
 Is a way to get under, and a way to get out
 So Isabelle, what can I do
 For the naive pain it's causing you?