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It's a little past time
I'm still out on the porch steps on my behind,
for you.
Wondrin' if alright,
Moma said,"Come in boy, don't waste time,"
I said,"I've got time. Well he'll be soon."
Five years old and to myself.
Where were you? Where'd ya go? Daddy can't you

Chorus.

I'm not to fake it, and I ain't the one to blame.
No, there's no one home in my of pain.
I write these pages and my script's been re-arranged.
No, no one home in my house of pain.

Wasn't I the time?
A boy a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time,
up to you.
I paced my room a times.
And all I ever got was one big line, the old lie.
How could
Well I was eighteen years and talkin' to myself.
Where were Where'd ya go? Daddy can't ya tell?

Well if i've anything from this, shh, it's how to grow up
on my own.