Be Careful What You Wish For

Every morning I would see
Dad step out of the house
In a shiny suit
And shiny boots
And a briefcase in his hand
And I would tell myself —
Oh boy, that’s the kind of man
I, one day, wish to become

I had a dream
I had a dream
I wished it till it came true
Now I know
Now I know
What Dad must be going through