Good Tradition

There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the firesideThere's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the firesideAnd though the rain may fall - your father's calling youYou still feel safe insideAnd though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring youYou still feel safe insideOh, was this solo?Was this yesterday?Was this true for you?'Cos while all the rest have taken timeThis didn't do a lot for youAnd the corners laced with memoriesTell you how it used to beYour mother smiles, the children play, and all the bad things happen miles awayAnd strong feelings never bother youYou hold your head up while the rest of us try toOh, call the stationsCall the peopleWe all want to know'Cos while all the rest have taken timeYou don't wanna knowWell, there's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the firesideThere's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the firesideAnd though the rain may fall - your father's calling youYou still feel safe insideAnd though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring youYou still feel safe insideOh, was this solo?Was this yesterday?Was this true for you?'Cos of all the choices you have madeThis didn't do a lot for you