Responsibilities
The morning sun is in the sky.
The dog is in the yard.
And I stand in the driveway
With an aching in my heart.
I’m watching all the people
Driving down that highway.
They’re all heading somewhere else
While I am here to stay.
I can feel that highway calling me
But that’s something I must hide
For I’ve got responsibilities
So, I go back inside.
In the afternoon I sit at work.
My desk holds me down
And I stare out the window, there
When no one is around.
Out there is that highway
Heading toward the sky
And I sit in my office
Just wishing I could fly.
I can feel that highway calling me
But I’ve yet to be paid
And I’ve got responsibilities
So, I stand and close the shade.
I’ve got responsibilities: kids and bills and such
And a little lady I once loved too much.
I’ve got responsibilities: things I can’t put off
So, I keep doing what I can and hope that it’s enough.
Dinner’s done, the dishes washed
And night has filled the room.
The kids have all been put to bed
And I sit in the gloom.
I hear my lady calling me
To come and go to sleep
I think about that highway
And fight the urge to weep.
I can feel that highway calling me
And freedom fills my head
But I’ve got responsibilities
So, I just go to bed.
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