Sadly Sorta Like a Soap Opera Songtext

von Steve Forbert

The walls closing around you, and he wouldn't be home tonight.
He's out somewhere and gambling, and perhaps he's in a fight,
And yes you know about the women, and you know that's three or four,
And perhaps he's out there laughing now and dancing on the floor.
And yet you try to make the best of it, which isn't much I know.
You thaught you've had your fill of it, but you see that it wasn't so.
No...

Now your babies are sleeping soundly, and you hang your head and think.
He damn near broke your nose last night, and harder does he drink,
And as the wind blows at the window, and the clouds go by the mong,
The walls closing around you and your sadnes is still around.
And yet you try to make the best of it, wich is'nt much I know.
You thaught you've had your fill of it, but you see that it was'nt so.

No...

You know you make your own decisions and you live the life you choose,
You know I watch it from the sidelines and it shure gives me the blues,
You know you're shure to find me waiting, should you ever come around,
I am the one that loves you while he drives you further down.
And yet you try to make the best of it, wich is'nt much I know.
You thaught you've had your fill of it, but you see that it was'nt so.
No...