singer/songwriter Heather Little

MUSIC > The Man He Sees In You

The Man He Sees In You

ABOUT THE SONG:

“The Man He Sees In You” is about a child who is enamorate of and worships a dead-beat parent. I know we've all heard of it and probably know someone who is in that situation, but get this.

My husband and I were dropping off our daughter with her aunt and cousin so we could go out for the afternoon and evening. When we arrived, my nephew was sitting on the couch bouncing up and down anxiously. He had his shoes on. His backpack was strapped on and filled with his over-night things. He was clutching some kind of construction paper creation I couldn't identify. He was awaiting the arrival of his (we'll keep this as anonymous as possible) parent who did not live in the home.

This was around 3PM. The parent was actually due at noon. When we returned that night around 10:30, there was my nephew asleep on the couch. Shoes still on, back-pack secure and the construction treasure at his side. What else can I say?

LYRICS:

You show up on his birthday
Just like Santa Clause in May
With a truckload of "Surprise, Daddy’s here"
You say you missed your little boy
And you hand him a new toy
But what you’re thinking is "That’ll hold him ‘til next year"

Yeah what you don’t understand
Is someday he’ll be a man
With or without you, I know he’ll be fine
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Your halo will burn out
And he won’t see what you are in his young eyes

Chorus:
You’re God’s gift to little boys
Bringer of happiness and toys
The man who lit the sun and hung the moon
But if you could only see
The way he cries after you leave
And on every holiday when you don’t come through
Then you’d want to be the man he sees in you

He was up before the sun
With his little jammies on
Jumping up and down, "Moma, get up he’s coming today!"
You said you’d pick him up at noon
But it’s 5:22
He ain’t worried, because he don’t know you that way

Chorus:
Because you’re God’s gift to little boys
Bringer of Happiness and toys
The man who lit the sun and hung the moon
But if you could only see
The way he cries after you leave
And on every holiday when you don’t come through
Then you’d want to be the man he sees in you

You know they’re only young and small for about five minutes
And he’ll never know you’re gone if you weren’t in it.

He fell asleep waiting for you
In his backpack and his shoes
With the picture that he drew for your surprise
The last thing he said to me
Before he drifted off to sleep
Is, "Daddy’s my best friend, and I know he’ll come this time"

Don’t you want to be the man he sees in you?