Mouths to feed won't sleep till he arrives
So he brings his work home
Late nights waste away plotting a plan
Tracing the steps he needs to take till he says
"My job is done
You're old enough
It's time to
Leave this home and go on your own
I know it's hard
But it's not my problem anymore
Not anymore"
Eyes closed children rest unaware
So he keeps their lights dim
Angels hold their tongues up above with a scowl shaking their fists when he says...
"My job is done
You're old enough
It's time to
Leave this home and go on your own
I know it's hard
But it's not my problem anymore
Not anymore"
"We had our run
Now you're old enough to go run
Down your track
So don't look back
I know it's hard but it's not my problem anymore
Not anymore