Fathers hands
Were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands
Are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep
Clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it s so bad
It s so bad
It s too bad
It s too bad
Too late
So wrong
So long
It s too bad that
We had no time to rewind
Let s walk
Let s talk
Let s talk
You left without
Saying goodbye
Although
I m sure you tried
You call and ask
From time to time
To make sure
We re alive
But you weren t there
Right when
I m needing you the most
And now I dream about it
How it s so bad
It s so bad
It s too bad
It s too bad
Too late
So wrong
So long
It s too bad that
We had no time to rewind
Let s walk
Let s talk
Let s talk
Father s hands
Are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned
Out in the end
Just look at
Where we are
Made it out
still got
Clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it
How it s so bad
It s so bad
It s too bad
It s too bad
Too late
So wrong
So long
It s too bad that
We had no time to rewind
Let s walk
Let s talk
Let s talk
No time
Last one
Let s go |
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