Stole
Your Daddy walked away down the road
Looking for the sun to set
And Mama sank into the easy chair
Lit another cigarette
Your eyes burn like a child’s
But he misses you all that he can
And misting up the window won’t help
But you can never tell
And Emma gets hooked as she tells all her friends
Everyone has fifteen minutes of shame
Your eyes burn like a child’s
But he misses you all that he can
But what if he could
But if he could
What if he could see me now
But what if he could
But if he could
What if he could see me now
And you think that it would make a difference?
© 2005 Davies