Making money at thirty with a wife and a son Then a short five years later it all comes undone She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side Now I'm blind drunk and running with them on my mind 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 morning and I just called in sick I skipped work last Friday to drink this much red And when my friends ask me I'll tell them I'm fine But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide 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