Broken Homes

Little Tommy's waitin' for someone to see

That he's left his light on

His Mamma cries herself to sleep in front of the old T.V.

Since the man of the house is gone



And Tommy sits and dreams about how happy they will be

When Daddy comes back home

He doesn't know he never will come home

And he'll be one more child fathered on the phone



One more child growin' up half alone in a broken home



You see Tommy's Mom got married when she was seventeen

To a boy who was dark and tall

She was young and she was willin' and she kept the house clean

So he married her in the fall



They stuck it out five years before he finally went his way

Leavin' Tommy all confused

Daddy said he'd never go away

And now Tommy's gettin' more angry every day



Tell me who's gonna pay the defaulted loans on our broken homes



With so many of us giving up

When it's hard to give we just give up

And the kids wind up like prisoners of war

Well, I'm not saying I know how

But we've got to set it right somehow

Before we wind up paying even more



'Cause some of us get more than just alone

We get broken in our broken homes



Now Tommy's all grown up or at least he looks that way

The very image of his dear old Dad

He's got kids of his own - he's gonna raise them the right way

Be the father he never had



But somehow at year five his eyes keep lookin' towards the door

He's got to get out now

Or live and die in a domestic war

Soon he's one more father callin' on the phone



One more man more than less alone in a broken home



Now little Tommy's waitin' for someone to see

That he's left his light on...