sailing down behind the sun,
waiting for my prince to come.
praying for the healing rain
to restore my soul again.
just a toerag on the run.
how did i get here?
what have i done?
when will all my hopes arise?
how will i know him?
when i look in my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
when i look in my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
then the light begins to shine
and i hear those ancient lullabies.
and as i watch this seedling grow,
feel my heart start to overflow.
where do i find the words to say?
how do i teach him?
what do we play?
bit by bit, i've realized
that's when i need them,
that's when i need my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
that's when i need my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
then the jagged edge appears
through the distant clouds of tears.
i'm like a bridge that was washed away;
my foundations were made of clay.
as my soul slides down to die.
how could i lose him?
what did i try?
bit by bit, i've realized
that he was here with me;
i looked into my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
i looked into my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
i looked into my father's eyes.
my father's eyes.
