Jacob

Jacob's a fine boy
 But his parents don't get along
 They hardly talk, when they do
 Thinks he's done something wrong
 He heard all the screaming
 As he lay down to bed
 He should have been sleeping
 But he listened instead
 They say, "He's fine, it's not his fault
 Between the lines he somehow got caught
 And in our game it's more like war
 I just don't think I love you anymore"
 He picked up the phone
 His tears touched the receiver
 His grandmother answered
 Down in Tempe
 He told her the story
 That his daddy was leaving
 She tried to convince him
 It was nothing he'd done
 She said, "You're fine, it's not your fault
 Between the lines, you somehow got caught"
 And in their game it sounds more like war
 I just don't think she loves him anymore
 Jacob's a father
 And his kids are in teens
 He's done what he could
 To make meager ends meet
 When it comes down to family
 It's the primary goal
 To keep the thing working
 No matter the toll
 His sons heard them screaming
 About something he said
 He opened the door
 And invited them in
 He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault
 Between the lines you somehow got caught
 So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch
 But I still love your mother very much"
 He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault
 Between the lines you somehow got caught
 So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch
 But I still love your mother very much"
 When you're hurt
 Lean to me