They met at a bar
That Tuesday with friends
Wasn't nothing special 'bout it
But that's where it all begins
Lookin' in his eyes felt like she was home
Woke up the next morning right there in his arms
She always thought that she'd end up alone
But that word don't work no more
They bought a little house
Where the porch never ends
Flag there in the front yard
Dog inside the fence
He's two months in to a new job on the shore
She's two weeks late crying on the bathroom floor
Way up there God's laughing at their plans
But that word don't work no more
No more
She burns the casserole
The kids have made a mess
He ain't stuck in traffic
No, he's out with the boys again
He stumbles in half drunk, quarter after 4
Drops his keys a couple times, slams the old front door
Stands in the kitchen asking for forgiveness
But that word don't work no more
No more saying "I'm sorry"
No more "Baby don't go"
We use the words too many times they lose their meaning, lose their rhymes
On this long and crooked road
They sit cross the table, couple papers to sign
Hashing out Saturdays and who gets Christmas time
He'll get an apartment above the liquor store
They'll never get back to the way they were before
They'll walk out to the parking lot together
But that word don't work no more
