(Chris DeGarmo)
You called me up on the phone today
struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
but you know... it could have been different dad.
The word brings back a sweet memory.
Iım sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man giving me
encouragement, telling me I can, and you know ...
youıre not there.
You say, ³Son, letıs forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last.²
Youıre begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge thatıs been blown apart, but you know...
you never built it dad.
So I sit here through the night, and I
write myself to sleep, and time keeps ticking...
Time has made you finally realize your
loneliness and your guilt inside.
Youıre reaching for something you never had,
turning around now youıre loocking back, and you know...
Iım no there.
You say, ³son, letıs forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last.²
Youıre begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge thatıs been blown apart, but you know ...
you never built id dad.
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