My Life

"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
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
I'd give anything tonight
If I could just get back my life"

He said they'rе just clichés, I know
But life's a hard row to hoe
What you reap is what you sow
Thеn it's time to go

The night air was cold
As I drove myself home
And everything he said
Kept ringing in my head

I could see the bedroom light
As I pulled in the drive
I sat there silent in the night
Thankful for my life

They're just clichés, I know
But life's a hard row to hoe
What you reap is what you sow
Then it's time to go

Then it's time to go