He walked along the driveway You played upon the porch
Running along the gravel as hus car was taking off
A father that didn't hold you When leaving or coming home
And so you were raised believing You should dry your eyes alone
When your own son was broken When his life was down the drain
Your only advice was one has gotta suffer for to gain
* You’ve got blood ties stuffed in your moooouth
It’s cold in the cafeteria The sky faded blue to black
Here comes the nurse relaying that they're Gonna use ‘the act’
He shrouded his pain in silence Now he’s babbling a monotone
Because he was raised believing He should dry his eyes alone
I call you and you’re shaken It’s not how it’s supposed to be
You don’t wanna see your son Swinging from his family tree
