I was born in a time
That defies all rhyme and reason
And the notion of what we know
Is all we need to know

The excuses of the past
Are falling out of season
When you used to know no better
Brother now you know

Mama always told me
Daddy was a good provider
And Mama always told me
Daddy was a real good man… at times
But Daddy never saw his reflection in a bottle
And when it comes to the point where she’s sleeping with the lights on…
It’s time to break the chain

Some walk a tightrope
Some walk a fine line
Most ride a merry-go-round
We walk in footsteps
Of older generations whose mistakes remain profound

And with the torch passed
We get our chance at last
A better life than they had
We use our voices – And make our own choices
Things don’t have to be so bad

Mama used to used to stay awake
And I could hear her crying
Long after my old man
Had drank himself to sleep at night
Excuses know no limits
When your heart keeps lying
And I guess we choose the company we keep…
I’d rather break the chain

Break the chain
Break the chain
One by one
Links come undone
And you will break the chain
Things were dark
In the trailer park
Our car was running
Down the street
The suitcase that she kept packed
Was dragging at her feet

Into the nighttime
As headlights flew by
She wiped away her tears
She promised everything would be alright
As she held us boys so near

I never thought that Mama would have had it in her
To make a break and drive off in the pouring rain
The little girl was tired of trying to live within her
And if she wanted more than living with the pain
And so she broke the chain

(Repeat Chorus x 2)

Copyright 2011 Brian Paul Bateman