the good of the family

I can’t help it, I am nervous
As I pick up the phone
It’s Christmas time and I should ring you
But what will I say?
You’re my father, you live in the same town
I hardly know you at all
You’re my father, we live in the same town
We speak four times a year
I’ll go through the motions again
I do it for the good of the family
Is it only guilt that makes me even call?
I do it all for the good of the family
Someone asked me where you were born
And I did not know
You asked me once if I was married
Because you did not know
I’ll go through the motions again
I do it for the good of the family
Is it only guilt that makes me ring even call?
I do it all for the good of the family