Terry

Just two years and once more you'd have been a sailing man If your daughter hadn't ruined your retirement plans Us kids would all laugh at your landlocked hopes But Jesus Christ, all you wanted Was something chrome or a boat From the stories I hear sounds like you made quite a scene Now seldom do I see your face unless it's lit by a screen We beg you to spend more time in the real As we stare at our phones and forget how we feel Ass over applecart you were high as a kite You jumped the curb and flipped your old Honda bike Fall after fall never kills you but someday Charlotte just might Looking at the pictures man you were in your zone, Six feet of black leather looking for a broken bone I wonder what I'd see in your eyes if I brought up your wild side Now you're hugging the turns, you're about to level up Seems you've made up your mind, who am I to interrupt? There's so much I wanna ask but your replies have become so abrupt Ass over applecart on the side of the road BMW cruiser, meet a double wide load A last stitch effort to cling to your youth And now you're clinging to life like what the hell what's the use Have you waited a little too long to live your truth? Now you're signing the papers and counting down the days No one argues; if you really wanted to you would stay Mom says this whole damn family is stubborn and stuck in our ways From the pictures I found looks like you made quite a scene Now I only see your face when it's lit up on my screen And I imagine what I'd see in your eyes Had I brought up your wild side