Papa Jack

Papa Jack

Wants to turn

Back the clock

And reach out

To the kids

He once had

Who have flown

Papa Jack

In decline

Feels inclined

To reach out

To the kids

He once had

Who have flown

But there was a time

When the kids reached up

And Papa Jack

Just pushed them away

Looking deep

In his heart

Papa Jack

Doesn't like

What he sees

All the time on his hands

The dying day

The chilly sun

Papa Jack

All alone

Seems slow

Grieving and low

But there was a time

When the kids reached up

Now you can't always have it your way