Story Behind The Song

I wrote this song for my daughter Colette. I was a non-custodial parent that lived far from his child. It is song born out of depression, guilt and longing.

Song Description

The character in the song is a distant father to a child, both physically and emotionally. He ponders the future of his relationship with his daughter and hopes in the end she will come to know her father better.

Lyrics

4 O' clock in the morning, the dawn's on the rise
and I'm lying here--barely closed my eyes
I get out of bed and light a cigarette
Smoke rings and tears begin to cloud my eyes

Baby bottles and bows
A leftover bassonet
Is all I've got to show
That this once was home
Now, I wait by the phone

Crayon colored cards, all stuck to the wall
A Kodak moment from every fall

A slow-motion replay of what I try to forget
Was it something I said...How I regret
My long absence...I missed your baby steps

And "God Only Knows" plays on the stereo
Reminding me of the things I do not know
Will she come, will I ever know
The person inside before I have to go...

The clock now is ticking with every beat
I'm one step further from my defeat

I wait for the day when I can hear you say,
"Hello, it's me, can we be friends?"

But where do I start?
I guess from the heart
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My life will be restored
When you knock on my door