Papa Jack
Wants to turn
Back the clock
And reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown
Papa Jack
In decline
Feels inclined
To reach out
To the kids
He once had
Who have flown

But there was a time
When the kids reached up
And Papa Jack
Just pushed them away

Looking deep
In his heart
Papa Jack
Doesn't like
What he sees
All the time on his hands
The dying day
The chilly sun
Papa Jack
All alone
Seems slow
Grieving and low

But there was a time
When the kids reached up
Now you can't always have it your way