Lyrics:

Making money at 30 with a wife and a son
Then a short 5 years later, it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of thirty, the short side of time

Back on the bottom with no will to climb
It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide