Oh yes, he has all the answers

He's gonna set me straight

How can he presume to know what I've been through?

He hasn't got a clue

But how could anyone unless they've had a son



As perfect as a child can be,

The best of all the best in me

My brush with immortality, my kid.

For sixteen winters and fifteen springs

I had a son, and still it stings

When i remember all the things we did,

Me and my kid.



Simple things like fishing at the lake,

Tiptoeing out before dawn,

Bobbie would worry if we didn't hurry,

All the fish would be gone.



We would sit and huddle in the boat

Waiting for something to bite

And I'd watch the sun rise in my own son's eyes

And the world would fill up with light.

And Bobbie would ask a million questions:

Daddy how many is the biggest number?

Or Daddy, Why do I have a thumb?



(chorus)And I confess, I didn't always have the answers,

I didn't always know which way was true,

Nevertheless, I always tried to lead with love

That's all that any father can do.



As the years went by we had our differences,

But then who doesn't

Even if the friendship wasn't all it was before,

We shared a lot and who'd've thought

That so much joy could vanish in a blink,

Whoever stops to think.

And in that final moment who knows what went wrong

The questions come to late, and linger far too long



And I confess I don't always have the answers

I don't always know which way is true,

Nevertheless I always try to lead with love,

That's all that any father can do.



And then look, look what do I do!

This boy comes to me,this fatherless child

I scoff at his pain and I send him away.

My daught