He sits on the steps of the council building Waiting every Thursday for the doors to open The train is due at half past seven He's waiting for a sign from heaven His father left him full of scars and worry His mother not a fan of monogomy He takes her hand and then he pulls her in She sturns away not interested As he goes on like nothing's wrong Try to forget the pains of our youth These lessons, lessons on how to be a man He's never known of a healthy love He modeled all his ways from his broken mum Who taught him to lie even to himself He's beating on a broken drum