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