I don't have time to see you
when I come back home from work
take a shower put some clean clothes on
and go out
when I come back home
I have whisky on my breath
I sit out on the porch with my cigarettes
I can't stay
I can't wait around for you
I can't wait around for you
I'd tell you how I feel
but you wouldn't listen anyway
I still remember how you used to
take the time
someday I will pack my bags
and turn my collar to the wind
with my hands inside my pockets
so I can't feel it