Where The Heart Is

Atmospheres are tense today Mother and Father are rowing again Silently seated around the table You’re the one that’s getting the blame Father looks at you like a snake You play with the food upon your plate No one seems to be on your side Things that threaten to hurt your pride Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand        Smiling you did your time at school Crying quietly like a fool Saturday night and Sunday morning Did all the things they asked you to do They say that home is where the heart is But home is only where the hurt is Pull the wool over the eyes Forget the worries that you started Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand        When you stayed out every night The first time from your parent’s sight They started to show some concern But by then it was too late Feel it’s time to pull away Shut your ears to all they say Be yourself you know it’s true ’Cause in the end what’s left is you Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand Mother loves to be concerned Using lessons that she learnt Fathers never understand When children have the upper hand