The Trouble with Henry

The trouble with Henry is easy to see
He's taking his money, he's down on his knees
The trouble with Henry is a hunger to feed
And a song in his head

He sweats in December, he slept through July
He's making it better, he's catching her eye
The trouble with Henry is the kid and the wife
In a hospital bed

He's putting on makeup, he's cooking his pills
He's catching me later, and waiting until
The trouble with Henry is that he probably will
Tonight

The trouble with Henry is being himself
He wants to be shameless, he wants to be helped
And he nearly believed me when I knew how it felt
To be him for a day

He's putting on makeup, he's cooking his pills
He's catching me later and waiting until
The trouble with Henry is that he probably will
Tonight

I've been working with Henry for all of my life
He told me don't worry, then told me goodbye
The trouble with Henry is a sweet summer night
And a funny idea.....