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Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul again. Just a toe rag 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. 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 learn 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
