Morning came
Another knock on the door
Off you go to your second home
You can't seem to break away

Same old walls
Same old family
Newer faces
And patience greets

The chatter slowly spreads again
Quieter and quieter each visit you make

You're the missing man
In the minds of all you know
They wait for you to break away
And live with them at home

You're the family man
Your son sits by
Lucky that he has a place
To gather him when you're there and here

On the other side we live and hear
On the other side we live and hear