I sit here alone, on the bar stool
looking into the bottom of the gla**
trying to build up some courage
I'm trying to chase away the past.
I can't remember how it started
I don't know where I went wrong
but it eats away inside of me
and its gone on, way too long
I look at the clock on the wall
and I see, the phone there too
I try to fight the fear growing
so torn, not sure what to do
I again signal to the bartender
and he pours me another drink
so I take in another mouthful
then I sit there and try to think
You can't imagine how a heart aches
when your child turns a back to you
she doesn't want you near her
your life becomes so dark and blue
I stare into my half gone drink
at the fake courage I swirl around
bite my lip, take a breath and stand
in my pocket the phone number is found
I dial the number on the telephone
as my heart panics and begins to race
no one there, in the bar notices
the sheer panic building on my face
I freeze as I hear the ringing stop
I feel my hand as it drops the phone
I quickly turn and just walk away
not hearing "Dad, please come home"