If I could dress it up and say I never felt better

That I’ve got a girl at home and I’m waiting for a letter

I’d pretend the kids are fine and doing well at school

And when I phone they say they miss me

And they think their daddy’s cool

That I work away from home

So I can buy them toys for Christmas

And when it’s time to go 

We blow each other tender kisses

I’m lying in my bed, staring at the ceiling

Thinking: I’ll never come to prison again.

If I could write a book, it would have a happy ending

And a ‘once upon a time’ – but I’d only be pretending 

The sun would always shine, and I wouldn’t need excuses

And I’d support a football team that simply never loses

But reality bites in the middle of the night

I’ll never come to prison again.

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Content from Inside Time.