Oliver Clark Choice
A choice I couldn’t make A choice I couldn’t take Between being with my wife Or being with my son. I couldn’t make a choice and so I had to run I grabbed my case and a handful of clothes I don’t mind and I don’t care which ones I choose My wife’s crying, my dads wailing, Why can’t everyone stop complaining? I go down the stairs with my case behind Taking my belongings all the ones I can find Old photos, cds and Walkman to. I’ll need them in the car to keep me amused. I say goodbye to my family with a tear in my eye. I can’t show my fear, I can’t let them see my cry. I open the door, the town watching me. There I am feeling as small as can be.
