To Her Door

They got married early, never had no money

Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids

He started up his drinking, then they started fighting

He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids

She said: "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die

So watch me walking, out the door"

She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door"

She went to her brother's, got a little bar work

He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year

Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you

She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare

He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain

On Olympic to her door

He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching

Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit

Did they have a future? Would he know his children?

Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?

He was shaking in his seat riding through the streets

In a silvertop to her door