The yellow glow of passing lights
My Father, I, and the hum
of our car fly through the night
Look back upon where we’re from

I say to him-- I ask of thou
O’ Father mine, O’ Father dear
My hands they shake and tremble so
As the time to speak grows near

He said to me-- He told me this
O’ Child mine, O’ Child dear
To hear your words is true bliss
There is no reason for your fear

But Father mine, hands do quake
The memories they wrack my mind
My palms are damp my stomach aches
My tongue it renders these words blind

My Child now, please listen here
Don't succumb to despair
As the time to speak grows near
Just take a breath and breath the air

In golden glow of passing stars
My Father, I, and the hum
of the wind fly through the night
Look back upon how far we’ve come.