The first man I trusted
was one who didn’t need anything from me
He’d help me or my ma cross the street
even if he’d never see another dime or dream come true
There was a time I didn’t think like that
because the air I was breathing had already been sold
I could only hear the sounds of an angry man’s hammer
but that story has already been told

I saw him changing someone’s tire
It was hot and ***** but that was how he lived
Being able to help someone with a home
is a day off for a man with a sign
Being able to hear someone say thank you
is love inside his mother’s letter
He knows what you’re thinking
he’ll take the blame if it makes you feel better

I saw someone spill his guts
but he was wearing a mask on his face
It’s not like he didn’t believe
It’s just that we didn’t understand
So it was time to wake up in a new bed
and pretend he was better off alone
Maybe we’d better leave him be
There’s too many questions and not enough homes

I never thought I’d live this long
with eyes knowing how it’s going to end
That’s nothing new it’s just a matter of time, but
you know the price of your coffin by what’s important to you
There’s nothing I like about chance
I’d rather be broke than watch another man’s hand
I knew a girl once who disagreed
She had a pretty face, I had a bottle full of sand