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



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Tell me, how long have you been around?

And how long Œtil 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