Can't Wait Around

I don't have time to see you When I come back home from work Take a shower put some clean clothes on And go out When I come back home I have whisky on my breath I sit out on the porch with my cigarettes I can't stay I can't wait around for you I can't wait around for you I'd tell you how I feel But you wouldn't listen anyway I still remember how you used to Take the time Someday I will pack my bags And turn my collar to the wind With my hands inside my pockets So I can't feel it