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The Suitcase Kid
words and music by Donald R. Goldsmith/bb wolfe copyright@2005
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The other Friday has rolled around
I’ve got to drive you into town
And drop you off down at the golden arch
Suitcase kid your gone again
Down the road, around the bend
What my eyes can’t see, my heart knows how to grieve


Suitcase kid I will miss you so
I love to watch you grow and grow
You’re an endless source of curiosity
Formed from the love of a mom and dad
Till a downhill spiral landed bad
Caused the break up of another family


There were times you were lonely and times you were scared
One of your parents is never there
And you know its not the way it used to be
So you cut out a paper mom and dad
Glued them together holding hands
Your loss has know become your fantasy


Little one it’s not your fault
You didn’t cause that somersault
Nor change the course of your own destiny
Alison may you always know
Mom and dad sure love you so
And to our hearts you’ll forever hold the key