(carly simon/jacob brackman)



When tom came home his hair was combed

He bought snakeskin boots in rome

Thats not like him

His socks are clean, his shirt is pressed

It isnt just the way hes dressed

He smiles out of context and acts so polite

Hes staying at his cousins overnight

The protein shakes, thats not like him

The carrot cakes, thats not like him

The oatbran flakes, thats not like him

And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night

Oh, thats not like him



He whispers on the telephone

He goes out smelling of cologne

Thats not like him

Its just a superficial thing

But hes misplaced his wedding ring

Hes become quite a connoisseur of wine

Hes quoting yeats and gertrude stein

The soho pub, thats not like him

The racquet club, thats not like him

Those books on love, thats not like him

And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night

Oh, thats not like him



I caught a glimpse of tom today

At a checkout counter, about to pay

He had a girl on his arm

Im glad hes helping out the poor

Its not like the tom i knew before

Something so touching it made me cry

But my heart was racing, i dont know why

Those new blue suede shoes, thats not like him

The ray ban shades, thats not like him

Those downtown ways, thats not like him

And the sweet name he called me in his sleep last night

Oh, thats not like him



The red suspenders, thats not like him

The berries in the blender, thats not like him

Those twelve step groups, thats not like him

And guadeloupe, thats not like him

Those books on zen, thats not like him

The karate classes, thats not like him

The fishing gear, thats not like him

Not like him, thats not like him