Asia

I still hear me Da, laughing like a foghorn, it seems so far, happy he's not scarred, or left forlorn. I start the car, when he stamps the tar, like a newborn, he’s a fallen star, I switch off, looking war-torn, right from the start, he won’t join the ark, he’s not even sure, where’s his great heart, can’t find that chart, my son knows the score', it’s gone too far, a trip to the park, old shirts he’s worn, things fall apart, love has no form