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.

I¹m sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,

by my side a distinguished man giving me

encouragement, telling me I can, and you know ...

you¹re not there.



You say, ³Son, let¹s forget the past,

I want another chance, gonna make it last.²

You¹re begging me for a brand new start, trying

to mend a bridge that¹s 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.

You¹re reaching for something you never had,

turning around now you¹re loocking back, and you know...

I¹m no there.



You say, ³son, let¹s forget the past.

I want another chance, gonna make it last.²

You¹re begging me for a brand new start, trying

to mend a bridge that¹s been blown apart, but you know ...

you never built id dad