As the wheels roll on
So will the lies
Two blocks from home
With fire in his eyes
The smell of home
Is dead and gone
They're waiting at home
His wife so all alone
She boils for revenge
With a twist of self hatred
It's 10:51am
She knows he won't make it
He pulls in the driveway
Cold hearted and nervous
Constant lies to her soul
Avoiding the sunday morning service
