Wide Right Songs About Marriage and Kids for People Who Read



8:45, I’m late for work

She’s trying to make me feel like a jerk

Crammed into this teeny chair

To determine why my son won’t share

She thinks that he has issues

She’s hoping I can give her some clues

Slowly nodding her head with a saccharine smile

Urging me to do what’s best for my child

Oh Royanne, Oh Royanne

I really think that you don’t understand

Ten after 9, I’m still trying to go

She thinks I shouldn’t work outside of the home

Would his behavior improve for real

If I couldn’t pay my monthly bills?


I’m parked in beltway traffic

Coming home from my job at the store

My legs and feet are aching

From nine hours on a terrazzo floor

A flattened PBJ sandwich on Safeway’s discounted bread

Tides me over till this jam clears

And my rusty car can pull ahead

Daddy said I should stay home, maybe take the civil service test

Get a job with the city, something safe with good benefits

I thought I was too smart for that, that I would do better if I leave

You got to work twice as hard to try to defy the laws of gravity

I got fired from my first job when I was 15 years old

Working at the gas station, mechanics hitting on me in the cold

Mentioned it to the manager, next week my name was off the wall

Didn’t know what else to do, so I found a job at the mall

My sister works in a steel mill, her boyfriend works on the line

I came down here to make my mark but I think I’m just wasting my time

Sucks when you’re there, then it sucks you back, the suction never seems to stop

Another beans and rice dinner, another shitty service job