Saturday night he was gone 
That's what she said to her mom 
Honey, he's trouble, he's a bum 
Try to forget him, move on 

It's strange how the years come and go 
When did I turn 34 
When did my habits take control 
And drain all the light from my soul 

But mom, when the pain is gone 
And you can't go on 
And the lonely days seem like decades 
It's only hard drugs fulfilling me 
I'm lost on a summer's day 
Half a world away 
From the little girl that you cherished 
My faded black jeans 
My sunburnt face