Lyrics

Well I?ve seen a fathers eyes, and he don?t recognize his son.

He don?t know where I?ve walked, he don?t know how far I?ve come.
Well it?s all them little things that make you look at where you?ve been.
Well it?s all them little things that make you look at where you?ve been.

But it?s the same old story.
It?s the same old life.
Someone lost a friend, he died last Saturday night.
It?s the times we breathe from and it?s the times we?ve cried,
and when it all comes down, do you think that it?s been worth it?

I?ve seen a mothers eyes, and she don?t recognize her son.
She don?t know where I?ve walked she don?t know how far I?ve come.
She don?t know anything, now that I?ve slipped and I?ve told, and some of them are coming out way too slow.
And I can?t remember which way I?ve come from.

But it?s the same old story.
It?s the same old life.
Someone lost a friend, he died last Saturday night.
It?s the times we breathe from and it?s the times we?ve cried,
and when it all comes down, do you think that it?s been worth it?

Oh, sweet morning.

I don?t know anything, now that I?ve slipped and I?ve told, and some of them are coming out way too slow.
You miss the bus but your right back from where you?ve come from.....