Theres a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
Theres a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside

And though the rain may fall - your fathers calling you
You still feel safe inside
And though your mas too proud - your brothers ignoring you
You still feel safe inside

Oh, was this solo?
Was this yesterday?
Was this true for you?
cos while all the rest have taken time
This didnt do a lot for you

And the corners laced with memories
Tell you how it used to be
Your mother smiles, the children play, and all the bad things happen miles away

And strong feelings never bother you
You hold your head up while the rest of us try to

Oh, call the stations
Call the people
We all want to know
cos while all the rest have taken time
You dont wanna know

Well, theres a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside
Theres a good tradition of love and hate staying by the fireside

And though the rain may fall - your fathers calling you
You still feel safe inside
And though your mas too proud - your brothers ignoring you
You still feel safe inside

Oh, was this solo?
Was this yesterday?
Was this true for you?
cos of all the choices you have made
This didnt do a lot for you