His loving wife
She said she misses him dearly
And she still gets up early in the morning like to wake him up
She said life was much better when they made it up
She's got his pension check in a frame next to the bed
Kisses it every morning so she'll never forget who he was, what he did
It should matter more than this
Few things remain clear to her about him
That voice, that phone. without his calls that he's late, it doesn't feel like home
We'll build an overpa** so the undercla** won't cross our street
As you write zeros, the boulevard grows
And this was him
He was a company hero
He was a martyr for zeros and the bottom line
But he traded his family for the overtime.
You always say you want to have kids but your life's over when theirs begins
And all the money that you're always saving for vacations that we never take.
Take all your money and give it away to some cause that we can relate to
Sponsor a corporation and keep the markets alive
Remember your sweet hair and how you used to let it down for me?
Was that pa**ion?
Or just the fashion?
Not one more late night dinner alone
Not one more goodnight over the phone.
There's too many empty rooms in this house.
We'll tear down the walls til everything falls down