Tom

You've never seen a man who works as hard as Tom
Everything for his wife and children
All the time out wheeling and dealing
You've never seen a man who works as hard as Tom

You've never seen a man own as little as Tom
Time-poor, space-poor
His things'd fit in two plastic bags
The wife and kids don't say hello
Out spending, in texting
You've never seen a man own as little as Tom

Tom was a good man
But always people-pleasing
Indeed his mother's son and his father's little soldier
Don't know how he ended up in this situation
Didn't question how, never questions why

You've never seen a man crack open wide as Tom
Fallen from his manly pride
His 'mirror cracked from side to side'
Tom's breaking soul unnoticed by
His own kids and his own wife
You've never seen a man crack open wide as Tom

You've never seen a man provide as much as Tom
All those holidays and clothes and house for his beloved bride
For her he worked himself into an early grave
She asked what the insurance was
In her husband's name
And if the standard of her life
Would be the same or change
You've never seen a man provide as much as Tom

You've never seen a man so soon forgotten as Tom
His colleagues did not attend his funeral or the wake
Neither did his wife and children, off in Saint Tropez
His father stroked his trophy wife
His mother fixed her golf-Course smile
Said, " Don't worry, dear, we have another good hardworking child."
You've never seen a man as soon forgotten as Tom