The Road Where Nobody Drives (Bonus)

For Christ's sake, I can't watch you cry
Your cold, cold mascara bleeding down from your eyes
To watch it breaks me down like a busted pickup
On the side of a road where nobody drives

Working on some problems almost every union has
One-mile time alone, she wants the life we had
Wrinkles and prescriptions coming just around the bend
But like an angel easing down the stairs, I watch as she descends
A smile looped into her face, far off sadness in her eyes
I have to turn my head every time she cries

For Christ's sake, I can't watch you cry
Cold, cold mascara bleeding down from your eyes
To watch it breaks me down like a busted pickup
On the side of a road where nobody drives

Sometimes oranges fall off a branch
Before they get a chance to ripen
Maybe the fruit wasn't ready to fall
But the tree had already decided

I've been to three funerals in a week this year
Two of my sisters are with child
Brown is the new black, old is the new young, calm is the new wild

But for Christ's sake, I can't watch you cry
Your cold, cold mascara bleeding down from your eyes
To watch it breaks me down like a busted pickup
On the side of a road where nobody drives
On a road where nobody drives