There's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
there's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
And though the rain may fall - your father's calling you
you still feel safe inside
and though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring you
you still feel safe inside
Oh, was this solo?
was this yesterday?
was this true for you?
'cos while all the rest have taken time
this didn't do a lot for you
And the corners laced with memories
tell you how it used to be
your mother smiles, the children play, and all the bad things happen miles away
And strong feelings never bother you
you hold your head up while the rest of us try to
Oh, call the stations
call the people
we all want to know
'cos while all the rest have taken time
you don't wanna know
Well, there's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
there's a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
And though the rain may fall - your father's calling you
you still feel safe inside
and though your ma's too proud - your brother's ignoring you
you still feel safe inside
Oh, was this solo?
was this yesterday?
was this true for you?
'cos of all the choices you have made
this didn't do a lot for you