Lyrically inclined

I don't know about you but I find myself singing songs in the car. Not to the radio necessary. Maybe it's just a result of loving to sing and being a writer. I sang in the shower as a kid - great acoustics. I didn't know until I was older that almost everyone in the house could hear me. DOH! But I loved to sing about my life, my heart-aches and frustrations. And I didn't know any songs that said exactly how I was feeling, so I made the lyrics up as I went. Now it's in the car not the shower so I don't wake my beautiful wife up.

Some of the lyrics I've written have come from other places but these came to me after listening to a song on the radio. I don't even remember which song it was but this one came out and if I could write music, I'd share the tune but alas, no such luck. Maybe one day I'll record it and post it on YouTube then link it here but we'll see.

I Wasn't

Where was I
when he fell and scraped his knee?
Where was I
when he called out for me?

Where was I
on her first day of school?
Where was I
when he first used a tool?
Where was I?

Where was I
when my family fell apart?
Where was I
to mend your broken heart?
Where was I
instead of doing my part?
Where, where, where, oh where was I?

Where was I
when she lost her first tooth?
Where was I
when you sat down and told them the truth?

Where was I
when you started to cry?
Where was I
when the tears filled their eyes?
Where was I?

Where was I
when my family fell apart?
Where was I
to mend your broken heart?
Where was I instead of doing my part?
Where, oh where, where was I?

On the road in some small motel,
hundreds of miles from home
but minutes from hell.
I pick up the phone
and listen to the tone
but I still don't have an answer
for "Where was I".

Where was I
when I tore my family apart?
Where was I
when I was breaking your heart?
Where was I
instead of doing my part?
Where, where, where, oh where was I?
Where, oh where......
where was I?


I know part of this came from feeling like I was missing out on my kids' lives. I delivered pizzas at night for 2 and a half years to pay the bills. Now I'm in semester 2 of 3 and a half years for a degree. I often find myself asking, "Where was I?"