my son called me tonght
he has his plight
good or bad
it makes me sad

he asked me
if i could be
there on Sunday
rather than Saturday
sure, what's the maters anyways

he's mom come's on Sundays
but this weekend she's gone away's
with her new love
a wing on the dove
close

but he ask me
if i could see
my way
to come on Sunday

he was her favorite one
he was the son
she gave me
that's the way it be

he & i
guess we passed by
one another
one to the other

'excuse me
i don't understand
why she's cut him loose
i can see
he is a young man
he'll hang by his own noose

but he called me
can you see
would i be there
for him
my eye's grew dim
of course i'm where
i need to be

son
you son of a gun
we always run
proud & free
that be you
that be me
hopr you can see

i never ask
for this task
but my love for you
will forever last
what can you do

son,
i am here for you

your mom's gone her own way
a new man
what can i say
ok

it's you & me
can you see
i be here for you
your dad's that true

that be our song
we sing along
in poetry

son
it's you & me
done
in rhyme
in each other's time

u & i
we both cry
we both wonder why?

but we'll never lie
to each other
oh brother, oh son
life does what it's done
have fun
son