My Father Is a Lonely Man

My father is a lonely man

He thinks he's going to die

He'll stand aside and count the days

He doesn't know it's minutes that make a life

Making up stories

Thinking he'll be glorious to my eyes

When will he know it's here, my love

Not his near disguise

My father is a lonely man

He thinks he's going to live

To spend his time among the old and the blind

They'll have to prove they've been abused to see him give

Wants to be a leader

A hero or defeater for distant war

But his battle is blight

And his fight is of the poor