Memories Lyrics - Dan Hill

Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old, 

Waiting for my daddy to come home, 

And now I look into the eyes of my own son, 

Wondering what he's thinking of, 

Waiting at the window when I come home. 

Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder. 

He reaches out his tiny hand; 

I feel the bond 'tween boy and man. 

Memories of my mom cryin', my daddy gone for weeks at a time, 

Not knowing how to comfort her, 

Facin' my pillow, pretendin' not to hear. 

Now I write this letter to my little boy. 

I'm far away, not knowing really what to say 

Except, "I'm sorry, oh so sorry." 

I don't want to make these same 

Mistakes my daddy made with me. 

Still his voice rolls off my tongue 

When I say, "Boy, protect your mom." 

Memories of my wife cryin' on the phone 

Wonderin' when I'm coming home. 

My voice sounds detached and cold, 

Reminds me of someone that I knew; 

He had a funny attitude 

When I needed him to be 

All the things only a daddy could be to me. 

And I don't want to make the same 

Mistakes my daddy made with me. 

Still his voice rolls off my tongue 

When I say, "Not now, I'm busy son." 

Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son, 

Overwhelmed by so much love, 

Tryin' to explain how a man can cry 

Yet still be happy, 

Thinking of all the dumb mistakes I've made. 

Now I understand my father's pain; 

He did the best with what he knew. 

I love you daddy. 

I watched my son fall asleep 

And wonder what he'll think of me 

When years from now he sees his son 

Reachin' out his tiny hands for love.