Nailed Inside His Blues Again

The weather's changing and he wants a drink
Like a baby that's sleeping in a bed too big
Like a brother who's afraid of what he'll see
These are the saddest things to me

He says he understands and he's trying to think
Like a drunk who stays sober one day of the week
And the kid who's picked last in the schoolyard game
Is the one who never forgets a name

It's pushing and pulling
Wondering what is the matter with me?
As I listen to memories chatter lately
And I don't feel that young as I'm looking at 21 years
Wondering if everyone's as happy as they appear

He's on the fence with most of his views
And it seems that the bullies have grown up too
It's safer, we've learned, to hedge our bets
But to say what you think means not to regret

Ask me if he stands a chance
I'd say as much as the old man
Wondering how we are who we are
It's clear you don't have to look all that far

His parents say is that all? Is that all? Is that all?
It's like a picture glass window as it hits the wall
This book is too heavy for the casual read
It's an expectation that's a lot to be underneath

It's pushing and pulling
Wondering what is the matter with you?
As I sit here and I listen to these problems
You should of worked through
And I thinks its a shame that you're passing them on
But it's always the same between a father and son...