Boots by the Door

Then I walk the long way around the block to watch the bus go up.
The bills are sitting under the sugar jar.
I keep my voice easy when I say we're fine, we're fine.
I kiss you at the door and say the shift is calling me.
Then I sit down on the curb and watch the morning go free.
I'm keeping the lights on,
Keeping the rent paid through the wall.
I'd rather bleed than watch you fall.
Friday came with envelopes, and the manager shook my hand.
Said the building's closing down for good,
He hoped I'd understand.
So I folded up my badge and tucked it in my coat,