The morning news depresses me
Tragedy with play by play
Off to take a shower
Start another day
The drive time DJ tells me jokes
It helps to clear my head
But still I end up missing her
And wishing I were dead
Every time I think of her
It's still the same routine
The tears start flowing down my cheeks
I feel like I could scream
Every time I think of her
It's the same old passion play
The look that I saw on her face
Before she walked away
I rush to be on time for work
Oh Hell! Let's not pretend
I punch the clock at 8:15
Looks like I'm late again
I'll make it up in overtime
By staying late tonight
There's nothing left to go home to
When this day gives up it light.
Every time I think of her
It's still the same routine
The tears start flowing down my cheeks
I feel like I could scream
Every time I think of her
It's the same old passion play
The words that I heard from her lips
Before she walked away
So I work another double shift
Just to try and keep me sane
I come home to my whiskey
And anestisize my brain
I fall asleep by TV light
Wake to the morning news
Go off to fight another war
That I know I'm gonna lose
Every time I think of her
It's still the same routine
The tears start flowing down my cheeks
I feel like I could scream
Every time I think of her
It's the same old passion play
What could I do to make her stop
Before she walked away
