That house on the hill is long gone.
Now she's living in a trailer with an Astroturf lawn.
Got three little kids and no one to help.
Trying to be Momma and Daddy all by herself.
It's hard to hold down the fort when you're holdin down a job,
she'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but he's already been robbed.
She gets the food on the table, the clothes off the line.
She'd break down and cry but she doesn't have time.
She's gotta be strong,
life goes on,
though it's nothin' like she had planned.
She's gonna be okay,
gonna find a way,
living in no man's land.
Every now and then late at night
she thinks of how it would feel to hold someone tight.
And there's a guy down at work who keeps callin' her up.
But she ain't ready for none of that stuff.
She's still sifting through the ashes of a love that's been andgone,
looking for a clue, trying to find out waht went wrong.
It ain't always easy, but she knows she's gotta try
every time she looks in her babies' eyes.