Needed

In Daddy's car with three stoned friends and a fake ID,
fresh out of school, not a care in the world at all,
in my eighteen's summer life never was so free,
and it was just then that the change began to fall.
She was dark haired, she was wild eyed,
I was helpless and spellbound,
what she made me feel was strange back then,
but I know what it was now:

Needed,
something about "needed"
leaves every other word,
weak and small.
Needed,
when you're really needed,
you can rise to meet it,
or you can fall.

For what happened next I offer no excuse,
maybe we were drawn to what our parents said was sin,
but in our passion we saw just one thing to do,
throw ourselves at each other and caution to the wind.
She longed to keep it,
I said no,
I had my future to think of,
and in her darkest hour she learned
what young men won't do for love,

Needed,
something about needed
pointed straight at my freedom,
like a loaded gun.
Needed,
when you're really needed,
some rise to meet it,
and some of us run.

Can you imagine all those years ago,
and I thought I'd reached the end,
but passion cools, life goes on,
and old wounds mostly mend.
When your mom and I were married,
such better days began,
and when you were born, it was when I became a man.

Where you're headed now is not really mine to say,
you've been more than patient
to hear my story through,
and now you are eighteen and on your way,
there are some few simple things I wish for you,
that you will steer past shallow freedoms as you follow your own star,
when your life is at it's darkest please remember that you are

Needed,
something about "needed"
leaves every other word
weak and small.
Needed,
I hope you know that you're needed,
that you'll rise to meet it,
and never shall fall.