Jack

They know what I mean, how I roam, face down every deal, cool but burn with rage, when I try to atone, she always closes the gate, says it’s not her scene, when my nerves are blown, asks where I've been, useless to prevaricate, what is on the bone, always seems too late, never listens to me , bringing garage flowers home, my side of testimony, I’ll wave goodbye to hate, call if the kids need clothes, her turn now to wait, I wonder how it seems, when she hears me phone, will she stand the heat, now I’ve gone?