In The Meantime

Welcome my son, it's been so very long

I doubt that you're here to surrender



The disappointing days I suffered at your age

Are more than I'd care to remember



Before you throw the towel and turn your engines out

Don't expect to spit all that you tasted from your mouth



After all you've seen, the most you'll hope to be

Is pretending to be a pretender



The years that I've been through, I've met a gentle few

Who say that they love and they mean it



Others that I met, they're decent folks I guess

But all that they love is achievement



The swagger and the dress, the trappings of success

The butter and the milk is what it takes to get ahead



Any given night, you'll catch them dead to rights

Paintin' their name on the ceilin'



Remember in the end, that many of your friends

Would rather be dead than uncertain



They want a simple yes, but even better yet

A promise that the next life is perfect



I promise that it's not, then what have they got

Only fifty years they never gave a moments thought



Anyone they find that tells them otherwise

They'll follow him backwards and shirtless



Welcome my son, it's been so very long

I doubt that you're here to surrender