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
tell me how long have you been around
and how long ‘til 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
chorus
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