A Spiritual Man

Let me introduce you, to Juno James Jackson
And how he begins his day
He pops another pill, and heads out the door
You know this man's got bills to pay
Boy does he dream of money
He's got, dollar signs in his eyes
But he's got bigger plans
At heart, oh he's a spiritual man

Church on Sunday, wearing Sunday's best
Takes along the children, his treasure chest
They kneel and pray, their family's here to stay
Close their eyes and whisper the heavens away
After the service, they drive home
In his spring special Dodge Royal
It's his prized possession, cost more than the house
His neighbors are suspicious, and so is his spouse

She can see his paycheck, the maths isn't correct
But she'll never slice open the mattress
It's much easier to, turn a blind eye
And carry on, with a false sense of family pride
At least for her, she doesn't suspect there's a mistress
Little did she know about, Miss Princess
It turns out Juno knows subtlety after all
Until he gave Princess the home number to call

Juno's wife answers, hears a female voice
She says, who is this and why did you call here by choice
The mistress backtracks and hangs up the phone
She didn't dial, with the aim to cause disruption at home
Juno's wife falls to the ground
Swimming in tears, she practically drowned
The kids watch on through the banister on the stairwell
They're a little too young to ride more than a carousel

Juno pulls in to their newly paved driveway
Working late again, he brings an apology bouquet
Tulips are his wife's favourite
He pictures handing them over, she smiles, he'll savour it
Opens the front door and he hears no movement
No dinner on the table or children present
He shouts upstairs and he checks the bedrooms
Suitcases gone, he can only presume

Juno runs outside and he screams for his family
If he was in church, they would call it blasphemy
Bundles in the car, drives to his wife's sisters
Burning rubber, running reds, steering wheel gives him blisters
He knocks the door and there he finds her
Crying in the kitchen, trading tears for liquor
He pleads innocent and he hits the wall
He's worried he will lose it all
And he will