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?

I know it's hard to picture it up here
in your tobacco-strewn backyard.
It is kinda toilsome to keep an eye on him,
just look what he's done so far...

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 out of sight?
Isabelle what can I do
just because it feels all right?

The ground's already hard where it's been dug in.
I've gone this way too many times.
The pit keeps getting deeper and 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.
All I think of now is the way to get under 
and the way to get out.
So, Isabelle, what can I do
for the naive pain it's causing you?