She’s got three kids – no husband
And she’s two weeks late on last month’s rent
She’s waiting on the child-support – and he keeps swearing that it’s coming
But if she knows him she knows where it went
And that pile of bills ain’t gonna pay themselves
It’s been a 40-hour week – and it’s only Tuesday
And there’s homework and dinner to make
Somebody wants a lullaby – somebody wants a different channel
Somebody’s dealing with their first heartbreak
And the dishes in the sink ain’t gonna wash themselves
She lights a cigarette out on the balcony
When she gets a couple minutes to herself
There’s how you plan it out – and how it turns out to be
And a broken home – it ain’t no fairytale
She’s got three kids – no husband
And a hairnet job at a diner on Main
She knows damn well – she don’t make the best cup of coffee
But she’s quick with a smile and good with names
Those lunch tickets ain’t gonna tip themselves
She smokes a cigarette out by the loading dock
And tries not to pick the polish off her nails
She thinks about a guy – who’s been coming in a lot
She starts to dream and then she stops herself
She’s got three kids – no husband
So she’s a mom and a dad and a taxi driver
When the baby’s sick she’s an up-all-nighter
A hand, and a shoulder and a referee
A real life hero if you ask me
’Cause those kids ain’t gonna raise themselves