Not My Father's Son

When I was just a kid
Everything I did
Was to be like him
Under my skin
My father always thought
If I was strong and fought
Not like some albatross  I'd begin
To fit in
Look at me  powerless
And holding my breath
Trying hard to repress
What scared him to death
It was never easy
To be his type of man
To breathe freely
Was not in his plan
And the best part of me
Is what he wouldn't see
I'm not my father's son
I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job
Still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done
And mirror what was not in me
So I jumped in my dreams
And found an escape
Maybe I went to extremes
Of leather and lace
But the world seemed brighter
Six inches off the ground
And the air seemed lighter
I was profound
And I felt so proud
Just to live out loud
I'm not my father's son
I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job
Still couldn't be the one to echo what he'd done
And mirror what was not in me
The endless torrent of expectations
Swirling inside my mind wore me down
I came to a realization
And I finally turned around
To see
That I could just be me
I'm not my father's son
I'm not the image of what he dreamed of
With the strength of Sparta and the patience of Job
Still couldn't be the one
To echo what he'd done
And mirror what was not in me
We're the same  Charlie boy  you and me
Charlie from Northampton  meet Simon from Clapton
Let's make boots
End