If I were Billy Joel, these would be my lyrics to “It’s My Life.” Tee hee.

Got some calls from our kids

We try to be real close

Said they couldn’t believe the cheap air through Midway

Packed their bags, took their books

Some bought tickets to the West Coast

Brendan gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.

 

We don’t need them to worry ‘bout us ’cause we’re alright.

They don’t want us to tell them it’s time to come home.

They don’t mind when we say we found seats on Southwest flights.

“Go ahead use reward points, and Mom write a poem.”   

 

We never said they should stay in Valpo for the Big Dance.

We kind of said Chicago was a good circumstance.

They still belong, don’t get me wrong

And they can speak their minds

Always on our time.

 

They will tell you you can’t adjust as

emptynesters.

They will tell you you can’t help

but miss those fun kids.

Ah, but sooner or later you get

in your own space

Either way it’s okay

to fly by ourselves.