Here of late I’ve been an irresponsible mister,
Bogged down by the endless voices of life.
Though for them I try to smile,
I sometimes sigh.
I can’t go unless I let you all know...
Can you hear me?
Here of late I’ve been the Hit-And-Misser.
But I can’t...
I won’t...
I won’t let you see.
Yet still I go.
I’m afraid of the cruel mistress of life.
Can you hear me?
But I can’t reveal my pain,
Lest you see that you’re my bane.
You’ll be burned by what you see.
So behind the thickest smile I hide.
Father, try to understand me.
Mother, don’t weep for me.
I’m trying to hold,
I’m trying to hold close.
The hearth of treasure I’ve known.
Sister, move on without me.
Brother, don’t forget me.
I’m crying for your help.