Empty concert halls and late phone calls
I will be the good son
Concrete walls in dirt cheap malls
I will be the good one
I’ll do my best to be around
and promise not to let you down
I’ve tried to make you proud since I first left you
As the madness burns the midnight oil
I will be the good son
As I walk this lonely world in toil
I will be the good one
I’ll do my best to call tonight
I will be the good son
And I’ll let you know I’ll be alright
I will be the good one