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Everything is Alright
On a fam’ly camping trip,
My dad asks of me,
“How’s the world treating you?”,
Of me.
He never, ever asked me that before
. . . .
He never, ever, EVER asked that before,
Of me.
I tell him how I’m doing, how I’m feeling;
. . .
I look and in his eyes I see, he’s
Terrified.
We don’t talk about our problems.
We don’t admit we have these feelings.
Everything is alright!
I see.
He won’t ask me again.
He’ll never, ever, ask again.
I’ll never talk on and on and on and on and on
Again.
I won’t talk about my problems.
I won’t admit I have these feelings.
I must always make things alright!
I see.
I see!
He’s terrified of me.
My dad asks of me,
“How’s the world treating you?”,
Of me.
He never, ever asked me that before
. . . .
He never, ever, EVER asked that before,
Of me.
I tell him how I’m doing, how I’m feeling;
. . .
I look and in his eyes I see, he’s
Terrified.
We don’t talk about our problems.
We don’t admit we have these feelings.
Everything is alright!
I see.
He won’t ask me again.
He’ll never, ever, ask again.
I’ll never talk on and on and on and on and on
Again.
I won’t talk about my problems.
I won’t admit I have these feelings.
I must always make things alright!
I see.
I see!
He’s terrified of me.