greg whitfield: Music

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SUCKS TO BE YOU

Quarter to two, nowhere to go
You order one more, the bartender says no
Should've been home several hours ago
What the hell, so what else is new
Your wife probably chained and bolted the door
So you'd have to knock, yeah she's done that before
Your dog would start barking and pee on the floor
So what are you going to do

The waitress is showing romantic intentions
As you gather your car keys she casually mentions
That if it's not out of your way she could use a lift home

Quarter to five, the waitress she snores
You carry your boots to the patio door
But she's got a dog you didn't notice before
And he's roughly twice your size
Ears start to twitch, he shows you his teeth
You back away slowly on unsteady knees
Return to the bed and crawl under the sheets
With Rover right by your side

And as the minutes tick by you happen to spy
What you failed to notice before
The waitress in white on her wedding night
And the groom in a blue uniform

Quarter to nine, dog by your side
Sound of a car door slamming outside
Nowhere to run to and nowhere to hide
Whatever will be will be
Key in the lock, he opens the door
Calls to the beast that's asleep on the floor
Big tail wagging he runs out the door
And just like that you're free

And safe at the wheel of your automobile
You count your good fortunes again
You looked death in the eye and you still did not die
Now don't it feel good to gamble and win

Quarter to ten, you're finally back home
Seems like a week, maybe two you've been gone
So why is the furniture out on the lawn
And most of your clothing too
Key doesn't open the lock on the door
Your wife said she just could not take anymore
Seems like it cost you a little bit more than only an hour or two
Hey buddy it sucks to be you