Grow Up
The kid got out of the house
without saying goodbye to anyone
They don't talk much in those days
He had only ten pounds to burn
And he stole his father's oyster for the train
Things can get pretty crazy on a Saturday night
But this kid was not the kind of being afraid
Once the dark light shone upon his face
And the last pound was such a waste
The kid returned home without a word spoken
Mom and Daddy never realized he'd gone
Now the kid knew he'd found a way
Next week he was doing it again
And every week, every time
Arriving skint, eyes open and a bit late
Till one day when Sunday dawn bestowed
Mom and Daddy were all alone
The kid was not in, no longer available
And from then on,
they had nothing to do in life
Apart from waiting and waiting and waiting,
But the kid has gone for good
And he'd never ever be back again.