Half a years a long time
For you and I to wait,
But it will be a precious time,
'Till the baby's due date.
Excitment goes right through me,
As I think of whats ahead,
So how come if I'm happy,
My heart just feels like lead?
Is it because our future,
Or my sad, sad lack of it?
The life of a teenage father is not the life to covet
Is it because how it will not work,
the "You and I" part at least,
How will we get a job now,
Or a house that isn't leased?
Or how about the mother's fate,
My "dear sweet" Emily?
She holds my future in her belly,
If I stay or if I flee.
I will not go if she needs me,
that much I am sure,
Our destiny's await us,
behind those doctor's door*...
For you and I to wait,
But it will be a precious time,
'Till the baby's due date.
Excitment goes right through me,
As I think of whats ahead,
So how come if I'm happy,
My heart just feels like lead?
Is it because our future,
Or my sad, sad lack of it?
The life of a teenage father is not the life to covet
Is it because how it will not work,
the "You and I" part at least,
How will we get a job now,
Or a house that isn't leased?
Or how about the mother's fate,
My "dear sweet" Emily?
She holds my future in her belly,
If I stay or if I flee.
I will not go if she needs me,
that much I am sure,
Our destiny's await us,
behind those doctor's door*...
*Docor's door could mean either the door to get a checkup, to see if the baby's okay, or the door to the abortion room...
