(Kelly/Mann)  Dragged in his fathers footsteps  Onto other people's doorsteps  To shoe-gaze through another afternoon  He's well turned out, his pants are pressed  He's dripping in his Sunday best  As the sun beats down in time to the sound  Of his father going on about the problems of the world  While Kevin stands uncounted at the door  Will Kevin get to heaven any soner?  Will father ever bother looking down?  When he sees the light  He sees the light  There must be empty chairs in the Kingdom hall  What with the summer holidays the flock is getting small  So he's marching 'round my neighbourhood  With a briefcase and a boy  But Kevin doesn't share the Soldier's Joy  I could see right through him  And the lawn was needing mowed  I closed the door and watched him turn to go  When he sees the light  He sees the light  He sees such light  I want him to change for me