He is so tired every night And his thoughts not right Working every single day He would like to walk away Holding down three jobs His wife can hear his sobs He has given up all his hope Reached the end of his rope He knows he has four kids to feed Pretty soon he is doing weed It takes him to another place Where no problems does he face He sits relaxing in the chair And lets the weed take him there Just a few hours every night Oh he knows its not right But he has given up that fight Maybe one day he'll see the light In his chair he falls asleep In their bed his wife will weep carolann crowley 11/21/2011