Ballad for a Bastard

One exit away she told him she was late They missed the turn as she offered a name Half a tank was used soaking in the news The tip of his tongue she could never do She dreamed of a stage like every girl her age A spotlight one her face like an early morning train A mom before a wife chews before she bites I don't know the guy, but I sure know his type A fault but not a crime A tear without a cry Drunk before the wine A waking lullaby He bought up the bar as she slept in the car Longing for summers when days weren't how they are Cause money seems to be more a deity Always needed somewhere but never being seen Talk about the times of hot and humid nights When the thunderclaps of life were sparks of fireflies A mom before a wife chews before she bites I don't know the guy, but I sure know his type She told her mom and the look on her face Was what you'd expect from a mother ashamed She kicked her out after calling her names Twenty-two's time to leave anyway Child, when you're old enough to realize you're adored There's a copper lining having an only mother You may be half of him but you'll get all of her