White Lies And Picket Fences

Billy leaned on the hood of the car
With a match stick in his mouth
And I watched him through the crack in the windshield
We were goin' South
All the way down to Alabama
Said he had a job down there
But we were gonna drive just a little bit further
And get a room somewhere

We drove past little white houses with porch swings
And there was always someone else's kids in the yard
And I remember saying
Hey wouldn't it be nice if we could live that way

And he was always saying we were gonna
But sometimes you should listen to your mama
'Cause someday
Some boy is gonna tell ya
How he'll treat you like a princess
But sometimes they're just little white lies with picket fences

Well, I spent most of that year waiting tables
Cause Billy's job well it didn't work out
And one night
He took the cash in the kitchen
And he cut clean out of town

Now I'm looking out the window of this run down apartment
A little older now and six months along
And sometimes I think about Billy
But most times I don't

I think about little white houses with porch swings
And there was always someone else's kids in the yard
And I remember saying
Hey, wouldn't it be nice if we could live that way

And he was always saying we were gonna
But sometimes you should listen to your mama
Cause someday
Some boy is gonna tell ya
How he'll treat you like a princess
But sometimes they're just little white lies with picket fences

Billy leaned on the hood of the car
With a match stick in his mouth