(Hi, Beth
Oh, I was just calling you to chat with you
I'm probably going to have to get up
At the buttcrack of dawn tomorrow
Oh, I hear Patsy backed out on ya tomorrow
Is she—
Damn it, John (Hmm?)
I lost that frickin' steel line (Ugh)
Shit!
Okay, it's alright
Go fucking find it
Ah, shit, I'm lookin' man (Ha-ha, fuck)
See, I told you my head don't work right
Yeah, you don't have to tell me that)

I'm in the car, I just needed to clear my head
She's in the house with the baby crying on the bed
She's got this thing where she puts up the walls so high
It doesn't matter how much you love
It doesn't matter how hard you try

We got a place with a fence and a little grass
I put this film on the windows
And it looks like chapel glass
But when shе turns
it's like the shadow of the cross don't cast
No blеssing over our lonely life
It's like waiting for a train to pass
And I don't know when it'll pass

But I remember when she used to set the room on fire
With her eyes, swear to God
It's like a flood of grief and sorrow from a haunted life
When she cries, like a train, it's a lot

I dropped a line to a flickering high school flame
We laughed about all the ways that our lives had changed
She's up the road, about thirty-five miles north
Got two little boys in school, just had a real bad divorce
And in a moment of weakness

I told her if she ever needed a helping hand
I would lend, swear to God
It's like the part of me that's screaming not to jump gets lost
In the sound of the train, it's a lot

Trying hard
Not to care
Swear to God