| I stared at your wrinkled hands, This is something I didn't see before. I looked at you, you smiled, And I looked away. I saw a several white hair in your head, Fine lines in you face, Your voice sounds tired, And I felt pain inside. Years ago, I kissed you goodbye. You turned your back, As I closed the door And headed to the cab outside. I was on top of my dreams, But never been this empty within. Now I looked at you again, And I just found my way back home for certain. |