Jacob's a fine boy   But his parents don't get along   They hardly talk, when they do   Thinks he's done something wrong      He heard all the screaming   As he lay down to bed   He should have been sleeping   But he listened instead      They say, "He's fine, it's not his fault   Between the lines he somehow got caught   And in our game it's more like war   I just don't think I love you anymore"      He picked up the phone   His tears touched the receiver   His grandmother answered   Down in Tempe      He told her the story   That his daddy was leaving   She tried to convince him   It was nothing he'd done      She said, "You're fine, it's not your fault   Between the lines, you somehow got caught"   And in their game it sounds more like war   I just don't think she loves him anymore      Jacob's a father   And his kids are in teens   He's done what he could   To make meager ends meet      When it comes down to family   It's the primary goal   To keep the thing working   No matter the toll      His sons heard them screaming   About something he said   He opened the door   And invited them in      He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault   Between the lines you somehow got caught   So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch   But I still love your mother very much"      He said, "Now sons, it's not your fault   Between the lines you somehow got caught   So when you're hurt, you lean on the crutch   But I still love your mother very much"      When you're hurt   Lean to me