Father's Sad Song

The concert was today.

I heard the wild crowd moan.

It's not that life's distasteful to me,

It's just that I am all alone.

If I should hear a bird,

Or when I'm making toast,

It's in the smallest moments when I

Expect the least, I think of you the most.



It's not that it's a mystery,

This newly-found malaise.

The trouble is

The mystery

Has taken your place.



I turn my head away.

Now everything is gone.

It's taken this catastrophe,

To see what you mean to me.

If I could have my way,

I'd turn and start again.

We'd sing and dance and laugh and be

Exactly the same as we were then.