There ain't one objection
That I haven't lodged
Makes me just want to give up
Get the hell outta Dodge
But I stay here truthful
With a heart that's in pain
Just tryin' to stay dry
Though I'm standin' in the rain
Would she be forgiving
If she only knew
How I try to tread water
Wearin' concrete shoes
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
I can't help this feeling
I'd be better off dead
She calls up her best friend
And she cries on the phone
And I feel like a stranger
In the house we call home
I beg her to listen
As she walks out the room
These clouds won't be clearin'
Here anytime soon
So, I take desperate measures
To bring back our love
By fixin' what's broken
But I can't patch things up
And it all goes rotten
Everything that I touch
And it won't be forgotten
That I've hurt her this much
Will I ever live down
Angry words that I've said?
And Lord, I can't help the feeling
I'd be better off dead
I walk past her bedroom
First door down the hall
Where my daughter lies sleepin'
Unaware of it all
And Lord, I feel grateful
She's too young to see
The trouble and turmoil
'Tween her mama and me
And then I lean over
And softly kiss her head
And just then it hits me
I'm not better off dead
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