Making money at thirty with a wife and a son

Then a short five years later it all comes undone

She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side

Now I'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own

An empty apartment don't feel like a home

On the backside of thirty, the short side of time

Back on the bottom with no will to climb

It's dawn Monday morning and I just called in sick

I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent

And when my friends ask me, Lord, I'll tell them I'm fine

But my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide

I'm on the backside of

thirty and back on my own

An empty apartment

don't feel like a home

On the backside of thirty,

the short side of time

Back on the bottom with no will to climb