She gets in from work, takes off her coat Sits down hard and lights a smoke And slips off her shoes She's thinkin' just how nice it'd be To have someone to rub her feet And just to talk to But it's true what they say about good men They're either gay, married, or just wanna be friends Makes a girl feel like crying Chorus Jaded, tired, and sick of the whole damn thing It just seems cruel to think that (s)he might be So close Just three doors down and one floor up He pours some wine in a coffee cup And turns the TV on He tells himself it could be worse He's got his friends and he's got his work It ain't so bad alone But his younger brother's done got kids A dog, a cat, and a privacy fence And a pretty wife and bed with matching sheets And the kids call him uncle and he's glad they do But it always hurts just a little bit too 'Cause lately, he's afraid that's all he'll ever be Chorus The elevator stops and they both get on She fumbles in her purse, he's on his phone And their eyes never even meet And it's sad to think they tried so hard And it's all right there in that elevator car Oh, the irony So close