Backside of Thirty

Making money at 30 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 30 and back on my own

An empty apartment don't feel like a home

On the backside of 30, 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, I'll tell 'em I'm fine

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

I'm on the backside of 30 and back on my own

An empty apartment don't feel like a home

On the backside of 30, the short side of time

Back on the bottom with no will to climb