Your momma and me don’t get along.
We love each other.
We just ran out of things to say.
Guess I’m in the way.
Nothing’s right, but neither of us
Is wrong.
I’ll still see you when I can.
Sundays we’ll have
All day long to share.
We’ll go to the faire.
Call anytime, I’ll always be your
Old man.
Watch me glide
Up and down.
Tip your hat
To the Sunday clown.
He’s there for you.
Still there for you.
Doctor, lawyer, Commander-in-Chief,
You can be anything
That you want to be.
So don’t look at me.
I once stole your momma’s heart, but I never was
A thief.
Once we were young, and we had nothing but hope.
Once, oh, once upon a time...
We chased our future, but all we caught was enough rope
We really thought fairy tales might just come true.
To hang ourselves by our plans and schemes,
Oh, no....
And all our sentimental dreams.
Oh, no, they never do.
Rock-a-bye, then down comes cradle and all.
All that’s left of our fine dreams...
Ashes, ashes, everybody must fall.
Is you.
Watch me fall!
Let’s go riding in the park.
We’ll rent a carriage,
And then just roll away.
Of course—it’s okay.
Besides, your momma likes you home before
It gets dark.
Late at night, when I’m on my own,
I lie awake
And watch these dreams unfold.
I’m gonna get old.
And sometimes it seems so far to go
Alone.
Watch me glide
Up and down.
Tip your hat
To the Sunday clown.
He’s there for you.
Still there for you.