The Hole (feat. Dori Freeman)

Billy lays his cards out on the table

Sadie wants so badly to believe

That the breeze blowing through the open window

Is the reason he ain't rolling up his sleeves

She plays the queen of questions

He plays the king of fools

But she don't have to win for him to lose

All she asks is the truth

You lie and you lie

She returns with proof

You try to deny it

Yeah, you trip on your tongue

You slip on your words

You're going down, slowly but surely

And you fall through the hole in your story

You fall through the hole

Billy makes a call from San Francisco

Says his plane gets in at half past 6:00

Sadie says, "I'll be there, babe, with bells on

I can't wait to hear about your trip"

Now a suitcase filled with secrets

And another one filled with shame

Go 'round and 'round the baggage claim

All she asks is the truth

You lie and you lie

She returns with proof

You try to deny it

Yeah, you trip on your tongue

You slip on your words

You're going down, slowly but surely

And you fall through the hole

And you fall through the hole

We all fall through the hole in our story

We all fall

Through that hole

We all fall

We all fall

We all crawl