i'd like to say i don't know
what it is the tears are for
i would like i'm wondering
why i'm headed for the door
i feel too old to be scared
like a notion i don't know
and too young to say goodbye
thats an emotion that doesn't go
but i worry for his health
i worry for his soul
that he is left lonely
and believes thats just how it goes
too far away i feel
my choices brought me here
but the thought of returning
makes me have even more fear
i know this time he'll be alright
its just what 'this time' has done to me
worried that he's having fun
living as he needs to be
where is it that he goes when theres a story to share
where does he wander when he has time to spare
honest forgiving, a better man i never knew
from end to beginning, my dad will carry through
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