It's fine, daddy will walk through the door soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon.*

Outside in a driveway
A man sits and waits.
His family has long given up on calling
Dinner is on the table.

They try to carry on as normal
Exchanging small talk
Work and the weather.

It's fine, daddy will be walking in soon. You promised. But she knew he was sitting in the driveway, soaking up the light of the moon.

Averting their gazes
From the fiery eyes
Of the tailgate
Shining beams through the window.

Wake up. It's not fine; it's cold outside and they need you to be alright.

He knows what he's doing
But truly he has no control.
All he is sure of is that when he comes home
He wants to be all there.