Jacob

Jacob's a fine boy

But his parents don't get along

They hardly talk, when they do

Thinks he's done something wrong

He heard all the screaming

As he lay down to bed

He should have been sleeping

But he listened instead

They say, "He's fine, it's not his fault

Between the lines he somehow got caught

And in our game it's more like war

I just don't think I love you anymore"

He picked up the phone

His tears touched the receiver

His grandmother answered

Down in Tempe

He told her the story

That his daddy was leaving

She tried to convince him

It was nothing he'd done

She said, "You're fine, it's not your fault

Between the lines, you somehow got caught"

And in their game it sounds more like war

I just don't think she loves him anymore

Jacob's a father

And his kids are in teens

He's done what he could

To make meager ends meet

When it comes down to family

It's the primary goal

To keep the thing working

No matter the toll

His sons heard them screaming

About something he said

He opened the door

And invited them in

He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault

Between the lines you somehow got caught

So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch

But I still love your mother very much"

He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault

Between the lines you somehow got caught

So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch

But I still love your mother very much"

When you're hurt

Lean to me