MUSIC FOR SALE

He came to us in springtime, a sign of God’s good will
And the next year her arrival seem to calm the November chill
Now we watch them as they wonder, get smarter and grow strong
But it isn’t always easy, and we sometimes get it wrong.

My sister calls to say hello, I can barely hear her speak
He's crying about his broken truck, while she screams for more to eat.
I say, "You have two of your own. When can we send them off to school”?
She laughs and says, "I'll let you go. Sounds like your hands are full".

I wasn’t ready for this job or these strange chaotic times
And I never realized someone else’s pain could feel worse to me than mine
The times that I can get away, I want to be back home again
They’ve changed the meaning of this thing called love, and I’m in it until the end

Sippin’ a cold one with an old friend, sharing dreams and rockin’ chairs.
The cell phone shakes; my wife's in tears; he's tumbled down the stairs.
Is he all right? Just hold him tight. I'll be home real soon.
My friend says “Cheers! Until next time. Sounds like your hands are full”.

I wasn’t ready for this job or these strange chaotic times
And I never realized someone else’s pain could feel worse to me than mine
The times that I can get away, I want to be back home again
They’ve changed the meaning of this thing called love, and I’m in it until the end

Nighttime falls; she’s fast asleep, curled up in my arms.
I watch her as she breathes so deep, keeping her from harm.
He burrows up beside me, as if we’ll never part.
If you think that my hands are full, you should see my heart.