This song is by Sinaloa.
When this boy becomes a man will it still bother him, still cower at any hand that rises? will he raise a son to raise a hand at him? is this in the nature? we can't seal this fate forever, but the whipping hand is a constant reminder. the father and son are strained, confused if this is only affection. will this be the only physical connection? and she says, "it will be ok - we've been down this road before, it hasn't changed, but we'll keep trying." and sometimes she says she'd like to leave and start all over. starined and confused. so tonight when the lights go out in the house, two beds sigh a sense of relief, that sleep will save them until the dawn.