Dragged in his fathers footstepsnOnto other peoples doorstepsnTo shoe-gaze through another afternoonnHe's well turned out, his pants are pressednHe's dripping in his Sunday bestnAs the sun beats down in time to the soundnOf his father going on about the problem of the worldnWhile Kevin stands uncounted at the doornnWill Kevin get to heaven any sooner?nWill father ever bother looking down?nWhen he sees the lightnHe sees the lightnnThere must be empty chairs in the Kingdom HallnWhat with the summer holidays the flock is getting smallnSo he's marching 'round my neighborhoodnWith a briefcase and a boynBut Kevin doesn't share the Soldier's JoynI could see right through himnAnd the lawn was needing mowednI closed the door and watched him turn to gonnWill Kevin get to heaven any sooner?nWill father ever bother looking down?nWhen he sees the lightnHe sees the lightnHe sees the lightnAnd I want him to change for menI'd like him to changenI'd like him to change for mennI'd like him to changenI'd like him to changenI'd like him to change, change, change for mennWhen he sees the lightnHe sees the lightnHe sees such light