Dirty Wrench

Two A.M., cold sweat again, another nightmare about the war
Sometimes I wish that I just wouldn’t wake up anymore
I try to get to sleep again, but I’m awake and all alone
She took the kids two years ago, now this living hell’s my own

These days are full of memories I’m trying to forget
The stench of burning jungle, and the scream of fighter jets
Life here back at home ain’t like how I once knew
And holdin’ on with all I’ve got’s about all that I can do

And I’ll turn that dirty wrench today, though it ain’t what I do best
But you gotta pay the bills somehow I guess
And I’ll try not to quit early, though I ain’t feelin’ well
This story of mine’s getting hard to tell

I missed his football game again, I just couldn’t leave this chair
I promised him I’d make it, he probably thinks that I don’t care
But its hard enough just gettin’ through an ordinary day
When it’s poison in a bottle, that you’re lettin’ lead the way

Dirty ashtrays, empty cans, bathroom tiles and mold
Carpet stains, wet bed again, this place is dark and cold
Gotta get to work on time or they’re gonna let me go
Gotta keep on keepin’ on, to keep on dyin’ slow

And I’ll turn that dirty wrench today, though it ain’t what I do best
But you gotta pay the bills somehow I guess
And I’ll try not to quit early, though I ain’t feelin’ well
This story of mine’s getting hard to tell

Now I’ve got a third floor view and the leaves are turnin’ gold
I get three solid meals a day, and I hear the house just sold
Ain’t sure why I’m here yet, my mind’s been in a haze
They tell me I just might be stayin’ the rest of all my days

And I won’t turn that dirty wrench today, ‘cause it ain’t what I’ve done best
Looking back, I could’ve done better I guess
And I’m quittin’ this one early, ‘cause I ain’t feelin’ well
This story of mine just got too hard to tell
This story of mine just got too hard to tell
This story of mine…