I'm accustomed to a smooth rideOr maybe I'm a dog who's lost its biteI don't expect to be treated like a fool no moreI don't expect to sleep through the nightSome people say a lie's a lie's a lie But I say whyWhy deny the obvious child?Why deny the obvious child?And in remembering a road signI am remembering a girl when I was youngAnd we said These songs are trueThese days are oursThese tears are freeAnd heyThe cross is in the ballparkThe cross is in the ballparkWe had a lot of funWe had a lot of money We had a little son and we thought we'd call him SonnySonny gets married and moves awaySonny has a baby and bills to paySonny gets sunnierDay by day by day by dayI've been waking up at sunriseI've been following the light across my roomI watch the night receive the room of my daySome people say the sky is just the skyBut I sayWhy deny the obvious child?Why deny the obvious child?Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself - How it's strange that some rooms are like cages - Sonny's yearbook from high school - Is down from the shelf - And he idly thumbs through the pages - Some have diedSome have fled from themselves - Or struggled from here to get there - Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls - Runs his hand through his thinning brown hairWell I'm accustomed to a smoother rideMaybe I'm a dog that's lost his biteI don't expect to be treated like a fool no moreI don't expect to sleep through the nightSome people say a lie is just a lieBut I say the cross is in the ballparkWhy deny the obvious child?