Dragged in his fathers footsteps Onto other people's doorsteps To shoe-gaze through another afternoon He's well turned out, his pants are pressed He's dripping in his Sunday best As the sun beats down in time to the sound Of his father going on about the problems of the world While Kevin stands uncounted at the door Will Kevin get to heaven any soner? Will father ever bother looking down? When he sees the light He sees the light There must be empty chairs in the Kingdom hall What with the summer holidays the flock is getting small So he's marching 'round my neighbourhood With a briefcase and a boy But Kevin doesn't share the Soldier's Joy I could see right through him And the lawn was needing mowed I closed the door and watched him turn to go When he sees the light He sees the light He sees such light I want him to change for me