On the highway

That day, me and Ted

Met a relative by accident
whom we used to call dad

his wife made beautiful pancakes
his children weren't that bad

We talked in the middle of the street
He invited us for tea

To our surprise, his wife was dead
We missed the pancakes, too bad

Hey Ed, shouldn't we be leaving
Asked Ted in hurry

When we left, we saw the old man
crumbling

he was only, they said
he said he missed ma
he also said somehting
about two of his sons

we missed the last part

who'd want to listen to
an old man's lament

even if we called him pa
and the woman with pancakes
was something similar to ma