The Favorite Son

(álbum: Parachute - 2017)

A little town with little trails
You paid the debt of circumstance
You wanna disappear
There's a boy, a favorite son
He settled down, that's what's done
When you come from here

You were someone's daughter only yesterday
Now you have a family of your own

And its over now, but you holding on
The furniture is rearranged
No discussion just exchanging
Pleasantries with the favorite son
The man of nearly twenty years
Hoping love will reappear someday
It's just another game

The same things that you'll regret
Nothing more than idle threats
You can see right through
Every town has a favorite son
A fantasy of being with one
Your dream come true

A quiet little town would be the rumor mill
Queen of homecoming on her own

And its over now, but you holding on
The furniture is rearranged
No discussion just exchanging
Pleasantries with the favorite son
The man of nearly twenty years
Hoping love will reappear someday

He's their favorite son
The one and only
He'll always be the one
Your one and only
He's their favorite son
The one and only
He'll always be the one
Your one and only
Favorite...

And its over now, but you holding on
Scratch your rules are rearranged
Facilitating then exchanging pleasantries
With the favorite son
This malady of thirty years
Hoping harmony appear someday

It's just another day
It's just another game
Another day