The weather's changing and he wants a drinknlike a baby that's sleeping in a bed too bignLike a brother who's afraid of what he'll see, nthese are the saddest things to me nnHe says he understands and he's trying to think nlike a drunk who stays sober one day of the weeknAnd the kid who's picked last in the schoolyard gamenis the one who never forgets a namennIt's pushing and pullingnWondering what is the matter with me?nAs I listen to memories chatter latelynAnd I don't feel that young as I'm looking at 21 yearsnWondering if everyone's as happy as they appearnnHe's on the fence with most of his views nand it seems that the bullies have grown up toonIt's safer, we've learned, to hedge our betsnbut to say what you think means not to regretnnAsk me if he stands a chance, nI'd say as much as the old mannWondering how we are who we are nit's clear you don't have to look all that farnnHis parents say is that all? Is that all? Is that all? nIt's like a picture glass window as it hits the wallnThis book is too heavy for the casual readnit's an expectation that's a lot to be underneathnnIt's pushing and pulling nWondering what is the matter with you?nAs I sit here and I listen to these problems nyou should of worked throughnAnd I thinks its a shame that you're passing them onnBut it's always the same between a father and son...n