Jodi takes order at the Borderline Diner
She's tryin' to raise two troubled teens on her own
Their old man's somewhere down in Carolina
He never bothers to call them on the phone - yeah
Jodi never thought of herself to be as pretty
She couldn't see past that one errant tooth
So she invented a woman tough and gritty
And left her harrowed home, searchin' for some proof
Jodi takes the crap her customer's been giving
He's always complainin' that the coffee's too cold
All she can think is, I'd rather be fishin'
And this is the life my mama foretold -- yeah
We're all doin' the best that we can
Whether in the busy city or livin' on the land
We've all got a story
Brought us where we are today
It's not the one we might have chosen
If we'd had our way
No, it's not what we'd have chosen
If we'd had our way
Driftin' down the road like a dried-up autumn leaf
Crooked jack laughs - my ketchup year
One way or another, I'ma need some relief
From these fifty-seven kinds of hell I need a beer
He makes his crooked way down to the Borderline
Slips a smile at Jodi as he falls into his booth
How's it goin', Jack? He lies, I'm doin' fine
But it lifts up his heart to see her flash that crooked tooth
We're all doin' the best that we can
Whether in the busy city or livin' on the land
We've all got a story
Brought us where we are today
It's not the one we might have chosen
If we'd had our way
No, it's not what we'd have chosen
If we had our way
This is, I guess, where our heroes should unite
Maybe somewhere, sometime, somehow they do
But I'm too tired to sort it out tonight
And there's still all that damn ketchup to get through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah