Hows Your Dad

A young man, once a driver, Accused of killing, Left unheard Was thrown into a cell, They say he got what he deserved His girlfriend, just a young girl, Was torn up, and distraught She sent him lots of flowers, Letters, and poems on a card But he just sent them back, And broken was her heart He told her older brother to finish what they had, Broken, yes she was, And lots of “ bags” held her hand, Hows Your Dad A couple years later, Released and on remand Driving local buses, He’s looking rather grand She fancied him, He fancied her, But never did they speak She loved him from a distance Though she’s married and has kids He an alcoholic, Would slap and curse her While she screamed But she had never minded, Grown accustomed to the score And would hide out in the bathroom, While he’s kicking down the door Hows Your Dad Over twenty years later, She’s adjusted to the seat Of having no direction Obligated to his needs He’d come home from a bender And hit her mighty hard With worry streaming down her face, She’d step out in the dark Back to when she was a daughter, Her mother she would run Pay no heath, to thy kind For your pain is not my son Her father come in later, And ripped the blanket from her hands, And forced her out the front door Never darken this old dam Hows Your Dad While away on service, Torn and shredded from the call She met again the boy who loved her, Insecurities and all She fancied him, He fancied her, She loved him from afar Her father lay there dying, Grief entangled with his thoughts Hows Your Dad I’m seeking my reflection, And I say I done my best As crap as that may be, Think I’ll put all else to rest I’ll jet off on an aeroplane And try to start again, With the man I’ve always loved And grown up kids, And friends Forget those wicker baskets, With all that sodden crap, And forget those lifeless lilies, They’re hardly worth a damn Hows Your Dad