You just got back in the country,nSo take an hour and come talk to me,nLet’s go out and have coffee like old times.nYour eyes are tired and you’re hurried,nYou drink your latte and off you go,nAnother night in your studio.nnAnd you say that the family is fine, nYou say that your wife doesn’t mindnThe cold in the covers when she goes to sleep.n“The kids seem to have their own lives,nDon’t miss seeing me on the side lines,nI’m busy, but the family is fine.”nnI heard right after it happened,nThe town is small and we all found out,nDivorce was final around Christmas time.nThe holidays can be lonely,nI call you up to see how you’ve been.nYour voice is shaky on the other end.nnBut you say that you’re doing just fine, nYou say that you really don’t mindnThe cold in the covers when you go to sleep.n“The kids seem to have their own lives,nDon’t miss seeing me on the side lines,nI’m busy, but the family is fine.”nnWell your wife had a different story,nShe told me how it spiraled down.nShe said you couldn’t be a husband or a father nWhen you were never around.n“The children miss him badly, and I do too. nThe bed is cold and lonely…”nAll she wants is you, all they want is you.nnSo don’t say that the family is fine,nDon’t say that your wife doesn’t mindnThe cold in the covers when she goes to sleep.nThe kids seem to have their own lives, nBut they miss seeing you on the sidelines.nYou’re busy, but the family is fine.nYou’re so busy, and the family is “fine.”n