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

Or the time on his hands

The dying day, the chilly sun

Papa Jack all alone sings slow

Grieving and low

But there was a time

When the kids reached up

Now you can't always have it your way

Papa Jack