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