Papa Jack

Papa Jack wants to turn back the clock
And reach out to the kids he once had
Who have flownPapa Jack in decline feels inclined
To reach out to the kids he once had
Who have flownBut there was a time
When the kids reached up
And Papa Jack just pushed them awayLooking deep in his heart
Papa Jack doesn't like what he sees
Or the time on his handsThe dying day, the chilly sun
Papa Jack all alone sings slow
Grieving and lowBut there was a time
When the kids reached up
Now you can't always have it your wayPapa Jack