Jodie

Woke up one morning, crying her eyes out Wishing she never got out of bed In her rundown apartment, broken lamp, leaky faucet Thoughts of suicide raced through her head So trying to end it, she popped the cap on her pills, Poured a drink in a lipstick stained glass Took a look in the mirror, saw a face unfamiliar Then she dropped to her knees and she said Jodie, what would your Father think He didn't raise you like that You know the story, love came all this distance Traded His riches for our debts He never left, He never left. Thinking no one would miss her, she packed all her things And she left, 3 months late on her rent Not a clue where to go, just a bag full of clothes A few dollars and sixteen red cents Just one more hit she thought, then I can quit As she walked down a dark alley way Just as she reached in her bag for her lighter She could so clearly hear a voice say Jodie, what would your Father think He didn't raise you like that You know the story, love came all this distance Traded His riches for our debts He never left, He never left