Oyster Band Following In Father's Footsteps
I used to come home very very late Boots by the hob and gob on the grate Father waiting with his pipe in his hand He blew me upstairs with his reprimand One fine day I was out all night There he was gone, it gave me a fright I went out looking in my little boat So full of hope it could hardly float Following in fathers footsteps down the line, down the line I came to an island, the shape of a cross It had to be my mother's, she met me with a kiss She said, You're looking thin (I was feeling fat) And no girl's gonna look at you with shoes like that Wishes are sharks if troubles are a sea She arms herself with another pot of tea A long long time she's been marooned Dishing up her love with serving spoons Following in father's footsteps down the line, all down the line I found him in the end, years down the roads, Rowing home without any load Why has your hair gone so white I? I cried And have you brought us gifts from the world so wide? A finger to his lips, he took me aside He looked like a man with something to hide, he said All I ever got from following my wish Was a wet arse and not a lot of fish Somewhere in his mind he's waiting up for me Like a fisherman whose sons have run away to sea Sometimes the lines get slack, so it's High time I covered up my tracks Following in father's footsteps down the line, all down the line
