Dad says it`s striking
How I look like you
And how we share the same eyes
Yes, he swears I`m just a smaller form of you
But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair
Are all I see in that old rocking chair
Tell me, how long have you been around?         
And how long ‘til you`re underground?
Tell me, how can a son be a father,
A mother a daughter,            
And I be a man someday?
Well, I wonder                                  
Yes I do, I really wonder               
Could I belong to someone so old, who
Can only speak in whispers
And who cannot hear a single word I say
You`re a man with a quivering hand
How we`re connected I just can`t understand
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But when I think of how you smile
And the way you look at me
It isn`t hard to recognize
That you belong to me, that you`re a part of me
Tell me, how can a son be a father,
A mother a daughter,            
And I be a man someday?
Well, I wonder
Yes I do, I really wonder