Leaving Her for Something New (N.Thomas/C.Stipetic) Stepping out into the morning Realizing my new calling Thinking only of the things That independence brings Apron strings are now corroding Feelings lovingly exploding And the tenderness collides In the sweetness of her eyes, her eyes       It doesn't mean you love her less, fleeing from the nest       Leaving her for something new       Growing spiritual unrest like a boyhood quest       Leaving her for something new Wasting time 'tick-tocks' in seconds Open spaces seem to beckon Thinking only of the things That newfound freedom brings Vision blurred and still half blind You cut the cord a second time Hands and knees are worn from crawling And then you're suddenly free-falling