He was slouched in the doorway, cigarette on his lip
She was drunk at the table, whiskey bottle she'd sip
He tried to convince her, everything was alright
She didn't believe him, he was ready for a fight
Police showed up soon, took him off to jail
She hit the road, after checkin' the mail

He got out and bought a gun
She decided not to roam
She's got a lot of things to do, before she gets home

See them on the beach in their own little tragedy
I can't bear to watch, I think it's time to go