Broken Homes

Little Tommy's waitin' for someone to seeThat he's left his light onHis Mamma cries herself to sleep in front of the old T.V.Since the man of the house is goneAnd Tommy sits and dreams about how happy they will beWhen Daddy comes back homeHe doesn't know he never will come homeAnd he'll be one more child fathered on the phoneOne more child growin' up half alone in a broken homeYou see Tommy's Mom got married when she was seventeenTo a boy who was dark and tallShe was young and she was willin' and she kept the house cleanSo he married her in the fallThey stuck it out five years before he finally went his wayLeavin' Tommy all confusedDaddy said he'd never go awayAnd now Tommy's gettin' more angry every dayTell me who's gonna pay the defaulted loans on our broken homesWith so many of us giving upWhen it's hard to give we just give upAnd the kids wind up like prisoners of warWell, I'm not saying I know howBut we've got to set it right somehowBefore we wind up paying even more'Cause some of us get more than just aloneWe get broken in our broken homesNow Tommy's all grown up or at least he looks that wayThe very image of his dear old DadHe's got kids of his own - he's gonna raise them the right wayBe the father he never hadBut somehow at year five his eyes keep lookin' towards the doorHe's got to get out nowOr live and die in a domestic warSoon he's one more father callin' on the phoneOne more man more than less alone in a broken homeNow little Tommy's waitin' for someone to seeThat he's left his light on...