Dan Hill - Memories lyrics
[Dan Hill - Memories lyrics]
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 hand
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 say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry"
I don't want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect your mom"
Memories of my wife cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm coming home
My voice sounds detached and cold
Reminds me of someone that I knew
He had a funny attitude
When I needed him to be
All the things only a daddy could be to me
And I don't want to make the same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When 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 cry
Yet 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 asleep
And wonder what he'll think of me
When years from now he sees his son
Reachin' out his tiny hands for love
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 hand
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 say
Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry"
I don't want to make these same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When I say, "Boy, protect your mom"
Memories of my wife cryin' on the phone
Wonderin' when I'm coming home
My voice sounds detached and cold
Reminds me of someone that I knew
He had a funny attitude
When I needed him to be
All the things only a daddy could be to me
And I don't want to make the same
Mistakes my daddy made with me
Still his voice rolls off my tongue
When 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 cry
Yet 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 asleep
And wonder what he'll think of me
When years from now he sees his son
Reachin' out his tiny hands for love