It´s a little past supper time I´m still out on the porch steps sittin´ on my behind Waiting for you Wondrin´ if everything´s alright Moma said,"Come in boy, don´t waste your time" I said,"I´ve got time.Well he´ll be here soon" Five years old and talkin´ to myself Where were you?Where´d ya go?Daddy can´t you tell? (Chorus:) I´m not tryin´ to fake it, and I ain´t the one to blame No, there´s no one home in my house of pain I didn´t write these pages and my script´s been re-arranged No, there´s no one home in my house of pain Wasn´t I worth the time? A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime and all the time I looked up to you I paced my room a million times And all I ever got was one big line, the same old lie How could you? Well I was eighteen years and still talkin´ to myself Where were you?Where´d ya go?Daddy can´t ya tell? (Chorus:) *End* Well if I´ve learned anything from this, shh, it´s how to grow up on my own.