Circumstances as they are I'm grateful
You took chances, bent your back in my defense
All your clothes still smell like gasoline
Turpentine and fingernail grease
Nobody knows how I feel
Because they haven't hurt to such a degree
Nobody bandages things up like you
Hospitals and medication run-around
Faith put in a government run aground
Photo albums filled with divorce and christmas trees
Every grinding gear of this family
Nobody knows how I feel
Because they haven't put a faith in you
Nobody has the memory
Of the hole put in the hallway that you patched up
Circumstances as they are I'm grateful
All your clothes still smell like gasoline