Daddy Cry

A small boy waits in the darkening room Peering out into the gathering gloom Nose pressed up against the pane Staring out at the driving rain He's five years old, his father's gone Has he been bad? Done something wrong? He doesn't like it on his own When id daddy coming home? When will my daddy come back to me He's sailing out on the Seven Seas The whole world is his port of call A box of postcards says it all Out on the radio, I could be wrong I thought they played his favorite song It said hold on son it won't be long I don't know where that's coming from And who will tuck me in tonight Rub your head turn out the light If you listen to the wind outside You just might hear your daddy cry Hear your daddy cry --- Daddy Cry - The Toasters