Makin' 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 runnin'

With them on my mind

I'm on the

Back side of thirty

And back on my own

An empty apartment

Don't feel like a home

On the

Back side of thirty

The short side of time

Back on the bottom

With no will to climb

It's dawn

Monday mornin'

And I just

Called in sick

I skipped work

Last friday

To drink

This month's rent

And when my friends

Ask me

I tell 'em I'm fine

But my eyes

Tell a story

That my lies can't hide

I'm on the

Back side of thirty

And back on my own

An empty apartment

Don't feel like a home

On the

Back side of thirty

The short side of time

Back on the bottom

With no will to climb