The Rub Of Love Songtext

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