New Sight

Tomorrow I will get away
Not to return
I left my only son
He wants to do whatever he likes
I spent too many years trying to prove I’m
Right
Used to have a raincoat
Wanted to confess
Fallen from his raincloud
Not doing his best
A mockery
You’re rude
You’re headed to the land
They made for me
Posit I’m so grand
You couldn’t tell
I want to let you know
It’s way too difficult for me
They fell from high
And came to town
And rearranged before the sky went black
A bitter rain
As our new race
Prayed to the clouds to give us their new-
Sight
My wife she thinks I’ve gone too far
I took my truck and had a bit too much
It isn’t so
It’s not half bad
I’m making sure to keep my mobile home
Tight