He was a husband who drove his wife home drunk from the parties   He was a husband who drove his wife home   And in the car he would gently lean her head on the side door window   And in the bathroom he would hold her hair back and hope, saying;     They build buildings oh they build buildings oh they build buildings   So tall these days     And in the morning she'd wake up and crouch recollections all day   But she would always always wake up the next morning   And he'd take one look at her a say baby that's ok   And her conscience would issue yet another last warning, saying;     They build buildings oh they build buildings   Oh they build buildings   So tall these days     And she would ask for time   And she'd ask for time   And she would ask for time   And she would beg for time,   And she would beg for time   And beg for time and call it a gift   And he would give her time   And he'd give her time   And he would give her time   And he'd give her time  But time is not given and time is not taken   It just sifts through its sift     And it was coffee and coffee and coffee   And coffee and coffee and coffee some more   He'd go to work and she'd take a sick day and rot at the core   And by the time he came back   She'd scrub the bathroom and make it smell like pine   It would be almost as if nothing had happened   And he'd give her time, saying;     They build buildings, oh they build buildings, oh they build buildings,   Oh don't they build buildings, oh they build buildings,   They build buildings so tall these days    And she would ask for time   And she'd ask for time   And she would ask for time   And she would beg for time,   And she would beg for time   And beg for time and call it a gift   And he would give her time   And he'd give her time   And he would give her time   And he'd give her time-   But time is not given and time is not taken   It just sifts through its sift     He was a husband drove time home pine scrub bathroom window   Don't they build buildings so tall these days...