In the fog There was tear gas floating through the And he what life would be like With a giant screen TV, a full of beer And a conscience that's
See She'd been thinking her little tiny baby And the boy who had to defend me She's a friend of mine But I can't the place of her man anytime
And it won't be long till he's coming
You gotta bring your home When all those stones have all been give, get a chance to get a look at his kid And hope he can with whatever he did
Now He was magazines on the front line He was trying not to think about her And what he might have 'Cause it seemed like neither one of having any fun
See been acting kinda crazy lately Oh man, I thought she was gonna me I couldn't watch her little one I had so much to do, I was so strung
And it won't be long till daddy's
You gotta bring your home When all those stones have all thrown You gotta give, get a chance to get a at his kid And hope he can live with he did
And lately, all the escapes me And all the hate just escapes me lately
So he her He said, "Darling, I've been feeling so here Am I making perfectly clear And I'm on my way back just a couple more And I getting packed"
You gotta bring your home all those stones have all been thrown Gotta give, get a to get a look at his kid And hope he can live whatever he did
Lately I was wondering if she from him lately Oh, lately I was if she heard from him lately