I miss my life, my kids and my wife
That's all he said, as he sat holding his head
The bartender poured, so he had one more
He said I never used to hate the night
Back when I had my life
He lit a cigarette
He said how does one forget
The sound of laughter in the hall
Children's pictures on the wall
And then I saw him cry
He said damn this smoke burns my eyes
And I'd give anything tonight
If I could just get back my life
He said they're just cliches I know
But life's a hard road to hold
What you reap is what you sow
Then it's time to go
guitar solo
guitar solo
The night air was cold
guitar solo
guitar solo



As I drove myself home
And everything he said
Kept ringing in my ear
I could see the bedroom light
As I pulled in the drive
I sat there signing in the night
Thankful for my life
They're just clichés I know
But life's a hard-boiled hole
And what you reap is what you sow
Then it's time to go
Then it's time to go
guitar solo
guitar solo