To make it right

Born in a town where they bring you up
to do like your Father has done.
Grown up in a street where the neighbourhood
is watching through curtains every step you run.
And the teachers in school overwhelmed us with
their views - dated and square.
All in all I learned my lessons well.
      Just sometimes at night I woke up bathed in perspiration,
      haunted by a dream I couldn't hold.
      I thought I would choke,
      it felt like something's make my heart bleed.
      And there was a yearning I didn't know.

Kathy came from the valley near by,
from a place that almost looks the same.
Me and her we married and we took a little flat at the edge of town.
We had a boy and I became a family man.
And I always tried to make it right.
I broke off the school, me and my friends
met only seldom after that.
I got a job working road construction ten hours a day.
And I worked hard to build us a home.
And I swear I tried to make it right.
      Just sometimes at night I woke up bathed in perspiration,
      haunted by a dream I couldn't hold.
      I thought I would choke,
      it felt like something's make my heart bleed.
      And there was a yearning I didn't know.

One of these nights I got up packed my bags and went away.
I turned my back to my family,
ran through the dark with tears in my eyes.
I never saw them again but I heard that they have moved away.
My father could never forgive me that.
God knows I tried but there was something stronger inside
Man turns his back to his family ain't doing it right.
      Sometimes at night I wake up bathed in perspiration,
      Haunted by a dream I still can't hold.
      I think I would choke,
      it feels like something's make my heart bleed.
      And there is this yearning for my family.

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