Woke up one morning, crying her eyes out
Wishing she never got out of bed
In her rundown apartment, broken lamp, leaky faucet
Thoughts of suicide raced through her head
So trying to end it, she popped the cap on her pills,
Poured a drink in a lipstick stained glass
Took a look in the mirror, saw a face unfamiliar
Then she dropped to her knees and she said

Jodie, what would your Father think
He didn't raise you like that
You know the story, love came all this distance
Traded His riches for our debts
He never left, He never left.

Thinking no one would miss her, she packed all her things
And she left, 3 months late on her rent
Not a clue where to go, just a bag full of clothes
A few dollars and sixteen red cents
Just one more hit she thought, then I can quit
As she walked down a dark alley way
Just as she reached in her bag for her lighter
She could so clearly hear a voice say

Jodie, what would your Father think
He didn't raise you like that
You know the story, love came all this distance
Traded His riches for our debts
He never left, He never left