Dad said he wanted a boy
Held me like a bundle of joy
These days he don't even smile
Like I'm cramping his style
"Son, it's not true
Of course I love you
But the pressure thing's building again"
Dad's gone AWOL
Absent without leaving
The rub of love
The rub of love
Dad's not talking at all
Everything's making him mad
I 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
And please stop holding my hand
You're getting too old"
Heard him last night
Say "the boy's alright
But the father thing still doesn't fit
Gotta get away for a while
Gotta find out who I am"
The rub of love (what was that vow you made?)
The rub of love (what about the girl you wed?)
(She's working double shifts to keep us fed)
And that's the rub
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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 he ever really held me
They'd have to pry me off with the jaws of life
The rub of love
The rub of love
The rub of love (what was that vow you made?)
The rub of love (was that too much to bear?)
The rub of love (Dad, do you even, even care?)
That is the rub
The rub of love (what was that vow you made?)
The rub of love (was that too much to bear?)
The rub of love (Dad, do you even, even care?)
That is the rub
The rub of love (what was that vow you made?)
The rub of love (was that too much to bear?)
(Dad, do you even, even care?)
That is the rub