Droppin' Dimes Lyrics - A Better View Of The Rising Moon - 1997

Home wrecked, house bought 

Daddy needs a new start 

Good friend to girlfriend 

Goodbye, your bags are packed 

Thanksgiving weekend 

Mom's on the phone, she's crying 

Who's that and what's wrong? Where's dad? 

He's not home 

"How are you?" he asks 

"I'm not bad, I guess" 

I'm dropping dimes and I'm bearing knuckles 

You fight for me but I'm hardly worth it 

So dad, how's the new house? 

Bet it's nice with no kids around 

Mom's busy, she's been working late 

Since your last check never came 

I'm glad for the raise and the move south 

'Cause I'd rather spend your money 

Than spend my time with you 

What do you want me to say? 

I'll make it all up if it makes you feel better 

I'll make it all up for you