For those of us who grew-up with less than stellar parents.
I remember the smell of your whiskey
How your cigarettes flashed in the dark
Sometimes you were a mean drunk
Sometimes you broke my heart
There were moves and lies and alibies
And promises that you'd break
We never had heat or shoes on our feet
But the bar tab was always paid
Chorus
Why do people that love you
Hurt you and make you cry
Why am I left here singing
Maybe Lord Calvert knows why
It was hard to watch you suffer
How you labored just to breathe
You never reached-out for forgiveness
Even when you knew you would leave
But it ain't my job to judge you
Or to say what was in your soul
I found my own way to love you
I found a way to let it all go
(Repeat Chorus)
Maybe Lord Calvert knows why