Papa Jack. Wants to turn. Back the clock. And reach out. To the kids. He once had. Who have flown. Papa Jack. In decline. Feels inclined. To reach out. To the kids. He once had. Who have flown. But there was a time. When the kids reached up. And Papa Jack just. Pushed them away. Looking deep. In his heart. Papa Jack. Doesn't like. What he sees. Or the time. On his hands. The dying day. The chilly sun. Papa Jack. All alone. Sings slow. Grieving and low. But there was a time. When the kids reached up. Now you can't always. Have it your way. Papa Jack. Ah ...