Backside Of Thirty

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 running with them on my mind I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own An empty apartment don't feel like a home On the backside of thirty, 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 tell 'em I'm fine But my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own An empty apartment don't feel like a home On the backside of thirty, the short side of time Back on the bottom with no will to climb --- Backside of Thirty - John Conlee