Saturday night he was gone That's what she said to her mom Honey, he's trouble, he's a bum Try to forget him, move on
It's strange how the years come and go When did I turn 34 When did my habits take control And drain all the light from my soul
But mom, when the pain is gone And you can't go on And the lonely days seem like decades It's only hard drugs fulfilling me I'm lost on a summer's day Half a world away From the little girl that you cherished My faded black jeans My sunburnt face