A choice I couldn?t make 
A choice I couldn?t take 
Between being with my wife 
Or being with my son. 
I couldn?t make a choice and so I had to run 
I grabbed my case and a handful of clothes 
I don?t mind and I don?t care which ones I choose 
My wife?s crying, my dads wailing,  
Why can?t everyone stop complaining? 
I go down the stairs with my case behind 
Taking my belongings all the ones I can find 
Old photos, cds and Walkman to. 
I?ll need them in the car to keep me amused. 
I say goodbye to my family with a tear in my eye. 
I can?t show my fear, I can?t let them see my cry. 
I open the door, the town watching me. 
There I am feeling as small as can be.