Under a Scattered pile of ashes of a past life I wonder what matters/ She's got clothes here with wonderful patterns/ But she's chosen to wander without em/ ain't seen her new husband in six weeks/ she don't wonder about him?/She had the perfect life set to be the perfect wife/ but some people just can't be the perfect type/And she didn't even give a solitary reason/ One moment it's forever and the next second she leaves him?/His hearts bleedin evaluatin her treason/How she leave him in a home made to be greater than Eden?/ He had her finger lookin swollen all the time/ rock about the size of bowlin ball but now/that's in the pile with velvet robes and burberry clothes/ what she's wearin now God only knows/ with her husband's definition of wonderful shattered,/It kinda makes you wonder what matters. I wonder what matters

She returns with springtime and her hair cut short/ and reports, I went through great lengths to get here/ And he wonders what she meant by that/ but for now he just smiles cuz he's happy to have her back/ She acts and looks a little bit different now/material things don't seem so significant now/so he asks her, "have you been brainwashed?"/ She says, "No, but I started thinking and now I can't stop./ I cut off more than a few lengths of hair out there/ I forgot a whole world about which I used to care/ She said think about it like this, I been dead for two months/Now I got life so the comforts in it just don't matter as much/ All the jewelry this house with way too many rooms/ Appliances and furniture we just gone lose when we move/ I'm not ungrateful baby these were wonderful flatters, but it really made me wonder what matters." I wonder what matters.