It's a little past supper time I'm still out on the porch step sittin' on my behind Waiting for you Wondrin' if everything's alright Moma said? Come in boy, don't waste your time I saidI've got time. Well he'll be here soon Five years old and talkin' to myself Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you tell?
I'm not tryin' to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame No, there's no one home in my house of pain I didn't write these pages and my script's been re-arranged No, there's no one home in my house of pain
Wasn't I worth the time? A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time Ilooked up to you I paced my room a million times And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie How could you? Well I was eighteen and still talkin' to myself Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?
