Things were never great
We were just leaving well enough alone
Someone was always on their knees
Polishing the pontiff's throne
So I doffed my hat
And I walked away
Toward a far better woman
And a far better day
You don't speak Spanish
Don't like to talk about the pain
You were always praying for the sun
When I was thanking for the rain
You wanted six kids
I only wanted three
I wanted two to look like you
You wanted one to look like me
So I doffed my hat
And I walked away
Toward a far better woman
And a far better day
Things were never great
We were just leaving well enough alone
Someone was always on their knees
Polishing the pontiff's throne