When you were seventeen, I was nothing but a thought Because you were then in ‘53, there’s nothing yet of me When you were taking your first steps My grandfather took his test to get into the second grade A million miles away
So I got no time for you
I saw the pictures of the day when you grew up and moved away Your mother, she looked proud of you It’s all that she could do I saw the photos when you cried, I saw the photos When you died I saw the start, I saw it all I know you better than yourself
But if I was alive when you were alive Things would be better
