Dead End Street

Chad Abernathy

Compositor: Chad Abernathy

I heard you talkin' with your friends
Between the gossip and hair pins
you were talking 'bout leaving me for another man
He's got a place on broadway. A beemer, and an M.B.A. asking "girls, can you help me find the right words to say?"

Well, here's a few:
Why you gotta go there?
I'm losing all control here
There's only one way out of this dead end street
No time for cars, I started walking
Pace by pace my fury grows
No time for cars, I started walking
Answers are all I want to know!

Why linger on the one who's pointing a finger, when I've got places to go?
Why you gotta go there?
I'm losing all control here
There's only one way out of this dead end street
So now I'm slowly stalking

With my stride guided by the moonlight
I'm slowly stalking with a .45 by my side
Because jealousy is endless forcing a loving man to pure insanity
As I shot him down I said "Son, you shoulda know better than to mess with me."