One Of These Mornings

[Cashy 3]

I bury my head in my hands wrapped with the guilt of what I have done,

 

I can’t look at the reflection of the man I have become,

 

A bag by my left, keys and jacket to my right,

 

I’ll be out of here before the end of the night,

 

Bag gripped and jacket on,

 

They’ll come looking for me, and I’ll be gone,

 

I devoted my life to a country and a flag,

 

I should devoted my life to being a dad,

 

But this all I know to do,

 

Dead man’s blood and my history, it’ll stick with me through and through,

 

One last look of the life I’m about to leave behind,

 

It’s the life I’ll prefer to have stuck in my mind,

 

Walk out the door into the steadily rising sun,

 

Out of your lives I’m about to run,

 

Trading away another year of your life to fire a gun,

 

What I do saves lives,

 

But being a father is what I never tried,

 

One of these mornings, you will look for me,

 

And what you’ll find,

 

I’m not sure you’ll like,

 

But I’ll be with your mother,

 

Six feet under that oak tree.