Backside Of Thirty Lyrics - Classics - John Conlee

Making money at thirty 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 thirty and back on my own 

An empty apartment don't feel like a home 

On the backside of thirty, 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, Lord, I'll tell them I'm fine 

But my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide 

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own 

An empty apartment don't feel like a home 

On the backside of thirty, the short side of time 

Back on the bottom with no will to climb 

We knew we had problem with no chance to win 

Pretended we'd make it, does she have the kid? 

And he made life better for two years or more 

But now weekends between us, will be his reward 

I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own 

An empty apartment don't feel like a home 

On the backside of thirty, the short side of time 

Back on the bottom with no will to climb