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Yeah, another morning on the
wooden bench Checking the clock,
waiting on
the call
Adjust my tie, I look the judge in the eyes
Trying to prove I'm worthy of your sunrise They got a stack
of papers, high as the ceiling Trading your laughter for an cold,
heartless ruling I sit in this corridor,
head in my hands Fighting the system,
trying to make them understand
(Lord help me)
They want a fee for every hour we miss
Putting a price on a bedtime kiss But I won't back down,
no, I won't run
I'm fighting through the static,
fighting through the law
Just to see your face,
the sweetest thing I ever saw
They can hold the gavel,
they can write the sheet
But they can't stop a father's heart beat (no they can't)
Your bedroom is empty,
toys on the shelf
Sometimes I wonder about my own mental health
Paying these lawyers every dime that I own Just to get twenty
minutes on a supervised phone They call it custody,
but it feels like a cage Turning the ink on a custody
page
(I miss you)
No matter the distance,
no matter the cost
I will retrieve every moment we lost Through the system and the
endless red tape We'll find our escape
I'm fighting through the static,
fighting through the law
Just to see your face,
the sweetest thing I ever saw
They can hold the gavel,
they can write the sheet But they can't stop a father's heart
beat (no they can't)
I'm coming home soon,
kiddo
Keep looking out the window
They can't keep us apart forever (never)