Men Just Leave - Glen Phillips

She came from Austin, Texas

She liked his custom van

And his pitbull Francis

Even when he took a chunk out of her hand

They liked to dance in the desert and screw in the sand

He said they’d always be together

But when her belly got big she never saw him again

One and one ends up to be three

Don’t need to have love, don’t need to be sweet

But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe

The women get stuck, the men just leave

They were high school sweethearts from Portland, Maine

He was a writers block poet

And though she’d never read a line she still had faith

They ended up in La Jolia, she sold Mary Kay

He dreamed about getting published

And when her belly got big he ran away

One and one ends up to be three

Don’t need to have love, don’t need to be sweet

But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe

The women get stuck and the men just leave

There’s a place in the desert where the men all meet

They park their vans in the shade

Talk about Kerouac and the works of the Beats

Let their dogs play together, drink beer and they sing

They’ve all got a secret treasure

Wallet picture in their pocket

Of the kids they never see

One and one ends up to be three

Don’t need to have love, don’t need to be sweet

But when the air gets heavy and it’s hard to breathe

The women get stuck, the men just leave

Men just leave, men just leave, leave