Across the Street

The couple across the street

Is at it again, Bobby

Don’t look

But she’s sitting on the bed crying

And he’s--

Well, I don’t know

Where he went

Probably to get drunk

It’s Friday, right?

So yeah, he’s getting drunk

Maybe with that friend who comes over

Twice a week

Company twice a week

Like they’re Kennedy’s or something

Entertaining at the mansion

Not that she has any choice

I feel bad for her

She’s just sitting there

She doesn’t want to have company

But when she tells him they can’t have people over

He screams at her

And then he goes out

So it’s either she lets the friend come over

Or her boyfriend doesn’t come home

For two--sometimes three days

Don’t you think that’s crazy?
Two or three days

And nothing?

No phone call?

At least, I don’t think he calls

It’s hard to tell

It’s really hard to…

And usually she’s just laid up in bed

Probably thinking that he’s in the hospital somewhere

Or maybe out with some other woman

And that’s probably the truth if you think about it, right?

I mean, he’s probably just

Shacking up with some other woman

While his poor girlfriend is in bed

Crying over him

I’d like to go over there and tell her to get up

Get up and get out of bed

Change the locks

And let him stay

Wherever he is

That’s what I’d like to say to her

Don’t waste your life

On someone like that

I said the same thing to Tisha

Remember?

I told her to leave that guy alone

And she didn’t listen

She called me, you know

Two days ago

I picked up the phone

But she didn’t say anything

I told her that her name popped up

So I knew who it was

But she just…

I said, ‘You can come home, you know’

That’s what I told her

‘Come home

And I won’t say a thing’

Because I know what she’s thinking

She’s thinking, My mother with her big mouth

She’ll have a thousand things to say

And I don’t, I really don’t

And I told her that

And then she hung up on me

The girl across the street is going to bed

I should go to bed too

It’s not late

But it’s late enough

You want me to make you something

Before I pass out?

She’ll call again, you know

I know her

I know my daughter

She’ll call back

And I’ll let you talk to her

See if you can get anything out of her

That phone rang

And I thought

That’s it

She’s coming home

She’s had enough

And a part of me

A part I don’t like

Thought--

Oh, I was right

That’s why she never spoke up

That’s why she’s still not here

Because her mom had to be right

And she’s the same damn way

I gotta go to bed

Let me know

If you hear the phone ring