Tytuł: Dry river
- Wykonawca: Nathan Hamilton
- Wy¶wietleń: 227
I take my smokes and coffee
And I go sit out on the porch
I spit between my feet
Stare off into the street
Where some kids are playing chicken
With the slowly passing cars
There?s a woman in the kitchen
Sitting there and crying
There?s bruises on her legs
But it wasn?t me that put ?em there
There?s a bottle in the bathroom
Tucked away behind the linen
Maybe she don?t think I know
Maybe she just don?t care
I'm not so sure it matters
No I'm not so sure it matters
I'm not so sure it matters anymore
The foreman calls me from the site
Says man you got some trouble back at home
Your six year old is calling
Says she?s been left there alone
Now I know we all have troubles boy
Yeah we got our problems son
But that?s the seventh time this month
One more time and your time here is done
I like the work you?re doing
So I hope you work things out
But my time here now is over
Of that I have no doubt
The sun is slowly setting now
My neighbors are all watering their lawns
Everything looks picture perfect
But underneath it?s all gone wrong
I go to her and hold her
But can?t pretend that it?s all fine
Can?t dress it up and stick it over
And keep right on denying
