Seeing these old tapes
Makes me remember my youth
When everthing was simple
Just learning to tie my shoes

That's all we had to worry about
At that innocent age of four
I'd be pulling on the pant leg
Of my father at the door

"Daddy come play with me!"
"No, honey I have to work."
But wasn't it a Sunday?
I sighed, extremely hurt

So I went along and played with dolls
All alone and in my room
I bet my dad regrets that now
He seems to be falling to his doom

Yes Dad, I'm older now
I'm almost sixteen, I'll be driving soon
You knew this day was coming fast
Even with the worrying, I have become immune

I want to say I'll be here forever
But we both know that's not true
Soon I'll be flying from the nest
But please know, I will always love you