Preschool Days

All the things I’ve seen couldn’t prepare me
For what I was about to experience
As a little boy, growing up in a world
Made for all the big kids and the big toys
Sometimes I’d sit around and wait
Play with my toy cars
Until the wheels would turn no more
Then I’d think to myself
«Is my dad’s car coming home?
Or will this be another night
My mom, my brother and I
Tucking ourselves in?»
I learned my alphabet to spell dad
How quickly dad turned to sad
My preschool days
And the rest of my life
My mother did the best she could
My brother stayed strong as he stood
A father figure to me
My preschool days
I remember all the times that mom cried
My brother stayed strong by her side
And I stand and wonder why
There was three when there should be four
Maybe my dad got lost driving home
But then again it wouldn’t make sense
I feel all alone
I learned my alphabet to spell dad
How quickly dad turned to sad
My preschool days
And the rest of my life
My mother did the best she could
My brother stayed strong as he stood
A father figure to me
My preschool days
So where has he been?
He’s running out of time
I haven’t heard from him
And I hope he’s doing fine
Money cannot buy
Years of missing them
Daddy gave it up
The kids forgave him
I learned my alphabet to spell dad
How quickly dad turned to sad
My preschool days
And the rest of my life
My mother did the best she could
My brother stayed strong as he stood
A father figure to me
My preschool days