Thursday

It’s warm for November

It looks like rain

She drives the interstate

Stays in the slow lane

She's got two babies in the back

Got Huggies in the front

There's no place to sit 'cause its full of baby junk

She grew up in Dallas

Had a baby real young

Then what’s his name left

When she had another one

She says I got these babies

They got all these names, I hurt inside

And then it starts to rain

It’s a Thursday morning

She feels all alone

There’s a hole inside

It’s like a country song

But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays

So she pulls off at Waco for some Coke, some fries

She idles in the drive through

The babies start to cry

She starts to cry

When she hears daddy gone

The girl in the window

Says mam is something wrong

It’s a Thursday morning

She feels all alone

Got a hole inside

It's like a country song

But it feels a lot sadder than what the radio plays 

It’s a parking lot in Waco

She sees things clear

Got a backseat full of babies

Got a Frosty full of tears

Then the babies quit crying

The rain lets up

She’s up the on ramp

Behind a long haul truck

It's warm for November it looks like rain

She drives the interstate

Stays in the slow lane

It's warm for November it looks like rain

She drives

Monday’s child is fair of face

Tuesday’s child she's full of grace

Wednesday’s child she's full of woe

Thursday’s child she's got far to go