When I’m sitting her alone,
a long, long way from home,
and thinking about the family
I’ve left behind,
then I’m gets a kind of sad,
even though my life ain’t bad,
a solitute like feeling
gets to my mind.

Even though I’m on the job,
the mind-play just won’t stop,
and I’m speculate about,
where I brough my life.
I would like the job to stay,
but when it takes me away,
I’ll rather be at home
with my son and wife.

(24/11-1997)

© Skumfod

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