It's bottles and bibs. Rattles and cribs. 3 am's again and again. Comfort the cry. Man it's flyin' by. . Swings and slides. And tricycle rides. Skinin' up knees.
When I look at you these days. I think of all we've been through. You and I are one and the same. And I thank God for you. . I remember the youth and the days gone by.