She stirs from her sleep and she calls for a beer
He knows there are none and pretends not to hear
God had derailed the Lonestar train
He wants to talk sleep but he has to keep guard
That could take her away from sadness and pain
She cuddles her sheets as he slips out the door
She hears his breath like she's heard it before
The girl lies in bed, the boy sits in the yard
He acts like a saint but the strain really shows