He Don't Ask - Crystal Bowersox

There’s a set of tiny footprints

And a blank space on the paper

Where your name aught to be

I told him I would tell him later

The one and only picture

Of your son upon your shoulders

Used to sit beside his bed

Now there’s a little plastic superman instead

He don’t ask about you anymore

He ain’t waiting by the telephone

Or staring at his door

But somewhere inside he hides questions

I don’t have answers for

But he don’t ask about you anymore

I showed him how to throw a football

I taught him how to hit a nail

You’re teaching him how to run from problems

And that life’s no fairytale

We used to talk about you

When I’d tuck him in at night

Now he thanks god for all his blessings

His friends, his mom, and his bike

He don’t ask about you anymore

He ain’t waiting by the telephone

Or staring at his door

But somewhere inside he hides questions

I don’t have answers for

But he don’t ask about you anymore

But he’ll know how to treat a lady

He won’t ever leave his baby

He’s gonna be a hundred times the man

I always dreamed you’d be

Even if its all on me

He don’t ask about you anymore

He ain’t waiting by the telephone

Or staring at his door

But somewhere inside he hides questions

I don’t have answers for

But he don’t ask about you anymore