Preschool Days - Dogwood

All the things I’ve seen couldn’t prepare me

For what I was about to experience

As a little boy, growing up in a world

Made for all the big kids and the big toys

Sometimes I’d sit around and wait

Play with my toy cars

Until the wheels would turn no more

Then I’d think to myself

«Is my dad’s car coming home?

Or will this be another night

My mom, my brother and I

Tucking ourselves in?»

I learned my alphabet to spell dad

How quickly dad turned to sad

My preschool days

And the rest of my life

My mother did the best she could

My brother stayed strong as he stood

A father figure to me

My preschool days

I remember all the times that mom cried

My brother stayed strong by her side

And I stand and wonder why

There was three when there should be four

Maybe my dad got lost driving home

But then again it wouldn’t make sense

I feel all alone

I learned my alphabet to spell dad

How quickly dad turned to sad

My preschool days

And the rest of my life

My mother did the best she could

My brother stayed strong as he stood

A father figure to me

My preschool days

So where has he been?

He’s running out of time

I haven’t heard from him

And I hope he’s doing fine

Money cannot buy

Years of missing them

Daddy gave it up

The kids forgave him

I learned my alphabet to spell dad

How quickly dad turned to sad

My preschool days

And the rest of my life

My mother did the best she could

My brother stayed strong as he stood

A father figure to me

My preschool days