Weeks to Come

Are you happy there
Sitting alone on that bench
Crying over something
that your boyfriend said?

I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

He whispered the same things into her ear
She had them memorized
like a squadron's orders

She talked about things he didn't want to hear
He stood while she lied
On honor's border


Are you happy there
Sitting alone on that bench
Crying over something
that your boyfriend said?

I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

Everyone's too busy saving themselves
While watching your life
Dissolve into fever

They've got their TVs tuned to you
But reunions don't feel right
Because he'd "never leave her"


I'd feel sorry if it was the first time
But it's just the first time this week
The first of weeks to come

Good luck leaving this Steel Town
Behind your family's iron bars
Bar hopping bands
And a family man
See if you can catch what's going around