Papa Jack

Papa Jack wants to turn back the clock And reach out to the kids he once had Who have flown Papa Jack in decline feels inclined To reach out to the kids he once had Who have flown But there was a time When the kids reached up And Papa Jack just pushed them away Looking deep in his heart Papa Jack doesn't like what he sees Or the time on his hands The dying day, the chilly sun Papa Jack all alone sings slow Grieving and low But there was a time When the kids reached up Now you can't always have it your way Papa Jack