Lad Of Seven

Just a lad of seven,
           Sitting next to the street
Just a lad hoping for joy,
            listening to his heartbeat.

Patience he has he waits,
                  on the street
Dreaming of future, listening,
                   to his heartbeat.

         "Come inside he's not coming!"

Just a little more time,
                  I won't be deprived
Just a little more time,
                  I'm sure he'll arrive.

Something is wrong he's delayed
                  I fear
Something is wrong I'm sure
                  he'll be here.

       " Please come inside he's not going to come!"

I've waited all day,
                  into the evening
I've watched all the cars,
                  and surely not leaving.

I know that he'll come at any
                  time
I know that he'll come I've committed
                   no crime

      "It's Dark Outside, please come in!"

I reluctantly move as I walk
                   towards the door
I reluctantly move but it seems
                    such a chore.

Now by the phone I wait
                  for the ring
Now by the phone I whisper
                  but sing

           'Love Me Dad'