Since the Kids

It was simple, we were man and wife;

something happened to change everything in life

and made us fell small but we were giants nonetheless

and here we are all in the family portrait.

I've been sliding in a 2, 4-wheel skid:

something happened to me and since the kids

all time's gone awry, direction's askew...

I never thought that I

would ever feel so used up.

The sense of wonder, the note of panic, demands you just can't ignore

nothing prepares you to be a parent,

looking to join the strands of the broken chord.

What you wanted, what I couldn't give...

something happened to us - oh, but since the kids

inherit the earth

we had to plough and drill the field,

nurture the shoots with our hopes and fears,

never wonder about the future yield.

(Never wonder, never wonder, this is real)

I've been thinking about all we did,

much mistaken but anyway, since the kids

are now almost grow with the future in their own hands

what's done is done - there'll be no unmaking our half-baked plans.

Here comes the gold watch, I'll take the pension, I want the lifetime award;

all for the best, with the best of intentions, the children are their own reward...

mend the broken chord.