Songtexte Backside Of Thirty - John Conlee

Making money at 30 with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later, it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind

I'm on the backside of 30 and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of 30, the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb

It's dawn Monday morning and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent
And when my friends ask me, I'll tell 'em I'm fine
But my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide

I'm on the backside of 30 and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the backside of 30, the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb