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