Hands Like Gloves

Lyrics

Connie says she's alright He didn't mean to knock her down As her eyes turn slowly Toward the memory still lyin' on the ground Connie's one bad actress As she plays her part Who always wants to leave him But never seems to start Hours past sundown His headlights hit the walls Connie's in the bedroom With her pills and alcohol It's hard to keep your hopes up When he's bustin' down the door With his hands like gloves That won't feel you anymore Mama better run tonight Drop the broom, quit sweepin' up your broken dreams All the things she does for love these days Like puttin' up with his hands that way They found her in the kitchen Cleanin' up the mess Another sleepless morning For the lady with the bloody head There's a shadow in the hallway Who never says a word He don't want to get to know them The kids are of no concern