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
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