It's been a long day He's tired and his feet hurt Roofing nails and shingles It's a lot of work It's a long drive to Forty five each way The country station is Where his radio stays Thinks about his kids How they're getting all grown up Thinks about their toys and their dolls And their pickup trucks Thinks about their mother Her smiling big heart Thinks about how he failed her How it rips him apart It's not what he did It's what he didn't do Didn't make her feel special Say enough "I love you's" It's been a few years now Still hurts him all the same She remarried Took her and the kids on out of state Now he's living with his mother On his dead stepdaddy's land He's sitting on the front porch Watching the sun set, drinking from a beer can This is not what he wanted This is not what he planned Takes another drink Reaches for another beer can How many hours in a day Or thoughts in a troubled man's mind? How long must one seek Before he finds? How much guilt can one carry ‘fore he can't carry anymore? And if he doesn't know the way How does he ever get to the other side of Jordan's shore? And if he once knew peace How long ‘till he finds it again? Takes another drink Reaches for another beer can He wakes up and it's dark He rubs his eyes His head hurts Stars in the sky He loves the night And the peace it brings s**s the cold air Into his lungs deep He goes inside Turns out all the lights Leaves on the fans Takes off all his clothes Gets into bed And he drifts off to a better land