To Her Door

They got married early, never had no money Then when he got laid off they really hit the skids He started up his drinking, then they started fighting He took it pretty badly, she took both the kids She said, "I'm not standing by, to watch you slowly die So watch me walking, out the door" She said, "Shove it, Jack, I'm walking out the fucking door" She went to her brother's, got a little bar work He went to the Buttery, stayed about a year Then he wrote a letter, said I want to see you She thought he sounded better, she sent him up the fare He was riding through the cane in the pouring rain On Olympic to her door To her door To her door To her door And his heart was singing like a lowdown guitar He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching Walking in slow motion like he'd just been hit Did they have a future? Would he know his children? Could he make a picture and get them all to fit? He was shaking in his seat, riding through the streets In a silvertop, to her Shaking in his seat riding through the streets In a silvertop to her door To her door To her door To her door