That's My Job
Conway Twitty - Topic Lyrics

I woke up crying late at night
As a child, I had a nightmare that my father had passed away and it made me very upset.

When I was very young
This happened when I was just a child, too young to fully understand the fragility of life.

I had dreamed my father
In my dream, I saw my father as if he had passed away.

Had passed away and gone
In my dream, my father was no longer there and had moved on from this world.

My world revolved around him
I was very close to my father and looked up to him a lot. He was the center of my universe.

I couldn't lie there anymore
The dream upset me so much that I couldn't stay in my own bed.

So I made my way down the mirrored hall
I walked down the hallway that had mirrors lining the walls.

And tapped upon his door
I knocked on my father's bedroom door.

And I said "Daddy, I'm so afraid
I expressed my fear and sadness to my father when I went to see him in the middle of the night.

How will I go on with you gone that way?
I was scared of the thought of losing my father and didn't know how I would be able to cope with such loss.

Don't want to cry anymore, so may I stay with you?"
I asked my father if I could stay with him to feel safe and secure.

And he said "That's my job
My father reassured me that taking care of me and protecting me was his responsibility.

That's what I do
He reminded me that keeping me safe was his primary role as my father.

Everything I do is because of you
My father's love and dedication to me was the driving force behind all of his actions.

To keep you safe with me
My father wanted to make sure that I was protected, loved, and comforted while I was growing up.

That's my job you see"
My father concluded that keeping me safe and being a good parent was his duty and purpose in life.

Later we barely got along
As I got older, my relationship with my father became more strained.

This teenage boy and he
We had more disagreements and were less close as I became a teenager and started to assert my own independence.

Most of the fights it seems
Many of our arguments were related to our differing visions for my future.

Were over different dreams
We had different ideas about what I should do with my life, which led to conflict.

He wanted knowledge and learning
My father valued education and wanted me to focus on my studies.

I wanted to fly out west
I had aspirations to travel and explore new places, perhaps not following a traditional path.

Said, "I could make it out there
I was convinced that I could succeed on my own, even without his financial support.

If I just had the fare
All I needed was the money to fund my dreams.

I got half, will you loan me the rest?"
I asked my father if he would help me out with the remaining funds I needed to make my dream a reality.

And he said "That's my job
Once again, my father reminded me that supporting and helping me was his responsibility.

Everything I do is because of you
He reiterated that everything he did was for my well-being and success.

To keep you safe with me
Not only did he want to keep me physically secure, but he also wanted me to be happy and fulfilled in life.

That's my job you see"
My father's role in my life was to be a protector, nurturer, and supporter.

Every person carves his spot
Each individual has a unique place in the world and leaves their own mark.

And fills the hole with light
We each have the power to bring positivity, goodness, and happiness into the world.

And I pray someday I might
I hope to one day be able to carry on my father's legacy and live up to his standards.

Light as bright as he
I aspire to be as amazing, inspiring, and influential as my father was to me.

Woke up early one bright fall day
Years later, I received the tragic news that my father had passed away.

To spread the tragic news
I had to tell others about my father's passing, which was very difficult for me.

After all my travel, I settled down
I had been away from home for some time before I learned of my father's passing.

Within a mile or two
I was now living close to my family again, but under such sad circumstances.

I make my living with words and rhyme
As a songwriter or musician, I depend on my creativity and ability to express myself through my art.

And all this tragedy
The loss of my father was incredibly difficult to process and deal with.

Should go into my head and out instead
I should be able to turn my sadness and pain into something positive, creative, and meaningful through my music.

As bits of poetry
Perhaps the way I can express myself best is through the medium of art, specifically writing poetry.

But I say "Daddy, I'm so afraid
In my darkest moments, I still find myself seeking the comfort and guidance of my father, even though he is no longer with me.

How will I go on with you gone this way?
I am still struggling to cope with the loss of my father and feel lost without him in my life.

How can I come up with a song to say I love you?"
I am grappling with how to express my deep love and admiration for my father through my art.

That's my job, that's what I do
Just like my father used to console me and make me feel safe, I now remind myself that it is my job to take care of my own emotional needs and healing.

Everything I do is because of you
My father's memory and legacy will always be a part of who I am and what I do.

To keep you safe with me
Even though he is no longer with me, I still carry his love and influence with me, keeping me safe and protected wherever I go.

That's my job you see
Just as my father once took responsibility for my well-being and safety, I now take on that role and responsibility for myself as well.