The Way

 
Given a choice, who’d have sons
Their gender means they’re not the ones
They’re drinking hard or playing pool
Rather than looking after this old fool
So night and day
I’m in the way

They have their own lives
They have their own wives
I suppose if I was healthy and fit
They wouldn’t have to give a shit
So, night and day
I am just in the way

I could manage fine on my own
If I didn’t feel so horribly alone
Like a maiden aunt left on the shelf
Hearing voices and talking to myself
So, night and day
I am just in the way

Then there’s the house and everything in it
They’d toss me in a home, take my life and bin it
Friends and family, scrounging for cash
Before I am even turned to bones and ash
So night and day
I’m in the way

I’m in the way
I’m in the way
At least for just another day
Late at night I often pray
To be no longer in the way