Three Weeks In The Hall

Two bags and a box in the hall your coat folded over the top a strap hanging down by the wall And that's one week today and I leave them that way You come past and you look at them and you say, I'll sort them at the weekend and you shut the door of the room And that's two weeks today and I leave them that way There's dust in the shape of them now and I hoover round them, not through and I don't ask you when or how And that's three weeks today and I leave them that way And that's them gone today and it's out of my way and I still walk round where they were