there must have been some expectations
greatness runs in the family so to speak doesn’t it?
you just didn’t have the talent your old man did
or the desire or the fire
so you retreated - fell back
took a pedestrian job in the land of obscurity
could of never stepped out of HIS shadow anyway
you stopped trying a long time ago
lived quietly - got along without song
people who knew you knew you
but they didn’t know who you really were
until after you died - they found out who
wonder all around
you were one of the crowd
just like everybody else they knew
sometimes it’s in the genes and sometimes it ain’t
they look at your life as tragic when it really twaint
did the best you could
truck driver, baker, what difference
you were yourself and that’s what matters
they thought something must of gone wrong with your life
your father being who he was and all
but your life was what it was
was your father disappointed
yes, no, maybe so
don’t make no difference now anyway
