"Jacob's a Fine Boy 
But His Parents Don't Get Along 
They Hardly Talk, When They do 
He Thinks He's Done Something Wrong 
He Heard All the Screaming 
As He Lay Down to Bed 
He Should Have Been Sleeping 
But He Listened Instead 
They Say He's Fine 
It's Not His Fault 
Between the Lines He Somehow Got Caught 
'and in Our Game 
It's More Like War 
I Just Don't Think I Love You Anymore' 
He Picked Up the Phone 
His Tears Touched the Receiver 
His Grandmother Answered Down in Tempe 
He Told Her the Story 
That His Daddy Was Leaving 
She Tried to Convince Him It Was Nothing He'd Done 
She Said 'you're Fine 
It's Not Your Fault 
Between the Lines 
You Somehow Got Caught 
And in Their Game 
It Sounds More Like War 
I Just Don't Think She Loves Him Anymore' 
Jacob's a Father 
And His Kids Are in Teens 
He's Done What He Could to Make Meager Ends Meet 
When It Comes Down to Family 
It's the Primary Goal 
To Keep the Thing Working 
No Matter the Toll 
His Sons Heard Them Screaming 
About Something He Said 
He Opened the Door and Invited Them in 
He Said 'now Sons 
It's Not Your Fault 
Between the Lines You Somehow Got Caught 
So When You're Hurt 
You Lean On the Crutch 
But I Still Love Your Mother Very Much' 
He Said 'now Sons 
It's Not Your Fault 
Between the Lines You Somehow Got Caught 
So When You're Hurt 
You Lean On the Crutch 
But I Still Love Your Mother Very Much' 
When You're Hurt 
Lean to Me 
Oh"