Father

I watched the fireworks explode
And from your shoulders I could see a different world
No lies, no hate, no fear, no pain
Just flashes of blue and yellow flame
I smiled, you smiled, but smiles can fade
How am I a product of this man?
I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
Father I hope you understand
That I’ve been running from your eyes
But now I’m coming back again
(Father!)
Calendar pages hit the floor
Counting the days and years before
Sons become men, plans change, paths bend
'til I’m not your little one anymore
And the winters pass
Now I see your face in the mirrored glass
Reminding me to slow down
(well I’ve got to slow down)
'Cause my early grays
And the bags under my eyes prove the case
That I can’t handle the weight
How am I a product of this man?
I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
Father I hope you understand
That I’ve been running from your eyes
But now I’m coming back again
I don’t want to be here
I don’t want to be here alone
Father it’s been to long
Take your son’s hand and walk me home
And I watched the fireworks explode
Father, Father, Father!
How am I a product of this man?
I’ve watched the sunrise on his skin;
I’ve felt the warm touch of his hand
Father I hope you understand
That I’ve been running from your eyes
But now I’m coming back again
Father I hope you understand
That I’ve been running from your eyes
But now I’m coming back again