Separatin' the Calves

There always come that certain day You round them up in a herd-- Make sure some don't wander away And you're still good for your word. It seems just such a simple task That any old fool could do-- But you're the one they'll always ask To see it all the way through. Then when you've got them in corrals And your crew shuts that last gate-- Like in life and all it allows, You begin to separate. It's weanin' time and must be done When child goes on its own way-- Be branded then in settin' sun-- It don't have no final say. And so like us they're cast upon A world not of their makin'-- For good or bad we're all a pawn But never are we forsaken. And so it all comes down to this: We are aimless and we bawl-- We hold fast to the things we'll miss Right before God's final call.