Memories (Revisited) – Dan Hill – letras

Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old,Waiting for my daddy to come home,And now I look into the eyes of my own son,Wondering what he’s thinking of,Waiting at the window when I come home.Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder.He reaches out his tiny hands;I feel the bond ‘tween boy and man.Memories of my mom cryin’, my daddy gone for weeks at a time,Not knowing how to comfort her,Facin’ my pillow, pretendin’ not to hear.Now I write this letter to my little boy.I’m far away, not knowing really what to sayExcept, « I’m sorry, oh so sorry. »I don’t want to make these sameMistakes my daddy made with me.Still his voice rolls off my tongueWhen I say, « Boy, protect your mom. »Memories of my wife crying on the phoneWonderin’ when I’m coming home.My voice sounds detached and cold,Reminds me of someone that I knew;He had a funny attitudeWhen I needed him to beAll the things only a daddy could be to me.And I don’t want to make the sameMistakes my daddy made with me.Still his voice rolls off my tongueWhen I say, « Not now, I’m busy son. »Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son,Overwhelmed by so much love,Tryin’ to explain how a man can cryYet still be happy,Thinking of all the dumb mistakes I’ve made.Now I understand my father’s pain;He did the best with what he knew.I love you daddy.I watched my son fall asleepAnd wonder what he’ll think of meWhen years from now he sees his son