Backside of Thirty Lyrics

By John Conlee
Makin' money at 30 with a wife and a son
Then a short 5 years later, it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and runnin' with them on my mind
Chorus:
I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of thirty, the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb
It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide