Part -time dads eat over the sink
To the barely awake blossom
Blinking in track bottles
Part -time dads eat a lot of soup
Es chew the pamphlets chewing
Get informed of the lies,
but never needed for advice
Like the wind in a tear -stained eye
And you curse your timber and drive
But surely I was good for something
Pretend that I was good for something
that you're still the same guy
Start brewing tea and resume reading
Repair the plaster on the ceiling
Know how to swing that high
And part -time dads are superstitious
between cautions and wishes
Then get on with what you need to
As if the tune for those that play
Tell them I was good for nothing
Tell me love is good for you, it's so fine
My love, you are levity an d light
And nothing, nothing hurts at all
It's just one of those days . . .
