I won't lie to you, mother
can't you see it's true
that you've not been laughing
for so long it seems
that you've mislaid all your dreams?

I know why you're blue, father
hopes now overdue
stuck in the traffic jam
between your ears
where you sublimate your fears
and file away the years

I can feel your pain, sister
though you don't complain
who would you complain to?
'sides the one you spend
all your weeknights with 'till ten
we'll come get you then