Song Description

Slow country-folk ballad about an estranged father-son relationship

Lyrics

Sun?s goin? down.
You?re comin? round.
Comin? round to set a while with me.

Words start to flow. . .
easy and slow
Like a spring from my soul
and I feel so free.
But I wake from this dream
and you?re not really there.
The old empty chair reminds me
That we spoke not a word;
that you never heard.
And like an orphan the morning finds me.

I used to think that fathers and sons
Were always the ones
to end as friends.
No matter how hard I try,
I can?t understand why
You and I can?t make amends.

Bridge:
Friends try to tell me
they know how I feel.
They know a father
whose love my heart could heal.
I know the past cannot be erased.
But could his love
fill this sad and lonely space.

SOLO BREAK

But I wake from this dream
and you?re not really there.
The old empty chair reminds me

So like a motherless child ?
like a prodigal son
I?ve got nowhere to run
but home to Him.

But what if I do ?
what if He treats me like you?
What if He closes His heart
and won?t let me in?

But I wake from this dream
and I sense that He?s there.
The old empty chair reminds me
There could be room in my heart
for a new life to start
And like an orphan
He comes and finds me.
© 2000 Pig?s Snout Music, Inc.