Dad said he wanted a boy   Held me like a bundle of joy   These days, don't even smile   Like I'm cramping his style      Son, it's not true   Of course I love you   But the pressure keeps building again   Dad's gone AWOL   Absent without leave, and      The rub of love      Dad's not talking at all   Everything's making him mad   Used to come running to him   Now I'm learning to crawl      Son, get used to the cold   You'll soon have to face it alone   Please stop holding my hand   You're getting too old      Heard him last night    Say, "The boy's all right   But the father thing still doesn't fit   Gotta get away for awhile   Gotta find out who I am"      The rub of love   What was that vow you made?   What about the girl you wed?   Worked double shifts to keep us fed      Dad says he sorted it out   Got himself a better career   Had himself a new baby boy   Another bundle of joy      Every other week, on visiting day   I get tolerated by his new wife   I swear if you ever really held me   They'd have to pry me off with the jaws of life      The rub of love   What was that vow you made?   Was that too much to bear?   Dad, do you really even care?   That isn't love