GONE

You said he was a good provider


A man like that you'd never had


But the pressure gets him drinking


And the drinking gets him mad


You can't count the times


He said it was the last


You thought that if you loved him


It was something he'd get past



They say his job is leaving


And with it his last hope


The uncertainty is overwhelming


He says the bottle helps him cope


You remember how it was


Before the darkness came


You cry alone at night


"Why can't things be the same?"



BRIDGE


It's hard to see the promise


When the past gets in the way


A minute is an hour


Let alone another day




CHORUS


It's easier to do nothing


Than what you know you must do


So you wrap yourself in something


To keep the pain from getting through


It's hard to face this future


Harder still to be alone


Then you think about the children


And pack your things while he is gone


INSTRUMENTAL VERSE



Driving in dark silence


Kids sleeping in the mirror


Thinking about your mother


Wishing she were there


A neon lit motel


At exit eighty-four


Tomorrow will be waiting


Like it always has before



CHORUS


You pack your things and you are gone



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