My father went out in the night and shot Whoever they told him no matter what Nothing personal only business A hitman for hire no more but no less The only son lonely and far away Who could feel the blood in the veins the same Who would grow up to remember someday Has never forgotten and knows his name My father went out in the night and was A lonely hunter if only because He thought that was the way he ought to be I am his son but he thought not of me A son of a gun and I am the one Gone out in the night now the hitman's son +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII