She Can’t Save Him

It's one more morning after
As she reaches for the phone
No, we won't be going into work today
It's aspirin for her breakfast
As she puts some coffee on
The night before still showing on his face

He lies to her
She's learnt to lie for him
The curtains are drawn
The truth can't find it's way in

She can keep his little secret
Fool everybody else
She can hide that whiskey bottle
A little higher on the shеlf
But she can't save him from himself

Shе puts on her make up
And she paints on a smile
Packs some clothes inside an old suitcase
She pulls off of the highway
And she checks into a Comfort Inn
Gets the key to her temporary state of grace

She's been his rock
She's been his angel
But she can't be his God
And deliver him from the gates of hell

She can keep his little secret
Fool everybody else
She can hide that whiskey bottle
A little higher on the shelf
But she can't save him from himself

And she says a prayer for both of them
'Cause she's realized at last
Without tasting a single drop
She's been drinking from the very same glass

She can keep his little secret
Fool everybody else
She can hide that whiskey bottle
A little higher on the shelf
But she can't save him
She can't save him
She can't save him from himself