Dad says it's striking

How I look like you

And how we share the same eyes

Yes he swears I'm just a smaller form of you

But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair

Are all I see in that old rocking chair

Tell me how long have you been around

And how long 'til you're underground

Tell me how can a son be a father

A mother a daughter

And I be a man someday

Well I wonder

Yes I do I really wonder

Could I belong to someone so old

Can only speak in whispers

And who cannot hear a single word I say

You're a man with a quivering hand

How we're connected I just can't understand

Tell me how long have you been around

And how long since you're underground

Tell me how can a son be a father

A mother a daughter

And I be a man someday

Well I wonder

Yes I do I really wonder

But when I think of how you smile

And the way you look at me

It isn't hard to recognize

That you belong to me that you're a part of me

Tell me how can a son be a father

A mother a daughter

And I be a man someday

Well I wonder

Yes I do I really wonder