Explanation - 88 Fingers Louie

He stumbles in at night and the clock says 3 A. M

The love of his life just wonders

Where on earth he’s been

He can’t explain himself

A poor excuse is all he’s got

A mess of contradictions have

His stomach tied in knots

She gets tired of waiting up all night

If he truly cared for her

He’d stay at gome tonight

He says he’s out with friends

Then again he could be anywhere

She starts to have a nervous breakdown when

He isn’t there

She tried to call him on the phone

And no one’s there

No explanation can be given

Wide awake at night again

What is it gonna take

He tries to speak

It makes her think his story is a fake

She can’t take these fables anymore

What she wants to know is

What the phone numbers are for

The love of his life just wonders

Where on earth he’s been

He can’t explain himself

A poor excuse is all he’s got