If He Don't, We Get Tonight

My boots are sitting by the kitchen door.
The coffee's going cold inside the cup.
I didn't turn the radio on today
In case the ringer isn't all the way up.

The sun is already climbing up the shed.
You haven't sat still thirty seconds flat.
I bought the bacon for a Saturday,
And you won't even take your cap off for that.

The phone is sitting on the oilcloth.
One ring makes the budget right.
If he calls, we make the payment.
If he don't, we get tonight.

Forty hours only buys the groceries.
The back right tire is wearing down to wire.
I ain't begging for the extra shift,
I'm just keeping us from going in the fire.

Your keys are jingling in your coat.
Your eyes keep drifting to the glass.
You're sitting right across the table,
Just waiting for our morning to pass.

The phone is sitting on the oilcloth.
One ring makes the budget right.
If he calls, we make the payment.
If he don't, we get tonight.

You think it's only about the bills, Luke.
You think that's why you're pacing by the door.
I think you're terrified of staying here
With nothing left to work for anymore.

Ten after ten. The gravel trucks rolled out.
If he needed hands, he would have called by now.
I left my work boots on the braided rug.
I don't know where to put my hands somehow.

The phone is sitting on the oilcloth.
One ring makes the budget right.
If he calls, we make the payment.
If he don't, we get tonight.