What do I say to my father,
when he asks
where I am, who I'm with
how I am, what I'm doing?
What do I say,
What lies do I tell,
that won't sadden him.
So that I don't cause him pain?
What do I say to my mother,
why have I not been around,
to visit home,
to see her?
What do I say,
What lies do I tell,
that won't sadden her?
So that I don't cause her pain?
Ref.
It's Sunday, and you're all there,
everything is a reminder of happiness.
It's Sunday, but I will never
hug any of you again.
It's Sunday, and you're all there
but I'm not with you,
I'm somewhere far away
on the road of no return.
That's what you're son is preparing himself for.