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