Cain's Own Acre

[Chorus]
What's a good man s'posed to do
When a good man's wife looks through him at you?

[Verse 1]
The Lone Star bottle sweats on the pool table felt.
Cody's laughing, story I've already heard him tell.
The air hangs thick with drywall dust and cheap perfume,
And your eyes are drawing a property line across this room.

[Chorus]
What's a good man s'posed to do
When a good man's wife looks through him at you?
This ain't my field to plow, this ain't my rain,
But Lord, that thirsty look is calling out my name.

[Verse 2]
Ten past midnight, last call's a distant bell.
You brush my arm, a static shock I know too well.
The heat off your skin smells just like a coming storm.
"'It's been a long week,' is all you said to keep me warm."

[Bridge]
His truck keys jangle, a sound I oughta know.
A warning frost on a seed I shouldn't grow.

[Chorus]
What's a good man s'posed to do
When a good man's wife looks through him at you?
This ain't my field to plow, this ain't my rain,
But Lord, that thirsty look is calling out my name.

[Outro]
He unlocks your door.
You look back once more.