Summer Rain

Well the judge he found me guilty,
Just iike I knew he would,
And he said that what he had to do
Was for the boy's own good.
Now how can that be right?
How can that be fair?
To tell a child that he must liye without his father there,
When I see a face against my window pane,
The tears fa11 down... like summer rain,

When I was under pressure,
I know I drank a rot,
And I know that sometimes Ileft home,
With eyerything we'd got,
Now I can't hide the truth,
I wouldn't eyen try,
But sometimes eyen half a man,
Still has the shame to cry...
When I see a face against my window pane,
Thc tears roll down., like summer rain.

It's called a tug oflove,
But it's a tug of war,
And I wish someone would tell me,
Just what we're pulling for,
Now is it for the boy?
Or is it for the fun?
Or is it just the satisfactien of a job well done?

Well the judge he fbund me guilty,
But that was years ago.
Still he took away what chance I had to see a small boy grow.
He said I'd never change,
How could he be so sure?
I know that I must pay the price,
But this is kill or cure,
When I see a face against the window pane,
I see my whole life slipping down the drain.
I don't think I have the strength to start again.
And the tears roil down... like summer rain.