"Jacob's a fine boy but his parents don't get along they hardly talk, when they do he thinks he's done something wrong he heard all the screaming as he lay down to bed he should have been sleeping but he listened instead they say he's fine it's not his fault between the lines he somehow got caught 'and in our game it's more like war i just don't think i love you anymore' he picked up the phone his tears touched the receiver his grandmother answered down in Tempe he told her the story that his daddy was leaving she tried to convince him it was nothing he'd done she said 'you're fine it's not your fault between the lines you somehow got caught and in their game it sounds more like war i just don't think she loves him anymore' Jacob's a father and his kids are in teens he's done what he could to make meager ends meet when it comes down to family it's the primary goal to keep the thing working no matter the toll his sons heard them screaming about something he said he opened the door and invited them in he said 'Now sons it's not your fault between the lines you somehow got caught so when you're hurt you lean on the crutch but i still love your mother very much' he said 'Now sons it's not your fault between the lines you somehow got caught so when you're hurt you lean on the crutch but i still love your mother very much' when you're hurt lean to me oh"