It’s one more morning after as she reaches for the phone 
No he won’t be going into work today 
It’s aspirin for his breakfast as she puts some coffee on 
The night before still showing on his face

He lies to her, 
She’s learned to lie for him.
The curtains are draw, 
The truth can’t find it s way in

She can keep his little secret from everybody else,
She can hide that whiskey bottle a little higher on the shelf,
But she can’t save him from himself.

She puts on her make-up and she paints on a smile
Packs some clothes inside an old suitcase
She pulls off of the highway and she checks into a Comfort inn
It’s the key to her temporary state of grace

She’s been his rock,
She’s been his angel,
But she can’t be his god,
And deliver him from the gates of Hell.

She can keep his little secret from everybody else,
She can hide that whiskey bottle a little higher on the shelf,
But she can’t save him from himself.

And she says a prayer for both of them 
‘Cause she’s realized at last 
That without tasting a single drop 
She’s been drinking from the very same glass

She can keep his little secret from everybody else,
She can hide that whiskey bottle a little higher on the shelf,
But she can’t save him,
She can’t save him,
She can’t save him from himself.