Imaginary Conversations with Dad (feat. Jeremy Yeatts)

Dad I found an old photograph, won't you tell me how it used to be

I was a boy then, your mom but a girl
We were young lovers and she was my world
Dreams swirled around us like smoke in our eyes

So take me back to that Fall day
When I was young and so was she
When her beauty took my breath away
And she had her hand upon my knee

Look, here's one of you with guitar, Dad
Tell me how it used to be

She used to sing while I played my guitar
Time stole my dreams, babe, but not my heart
Mem'ries they haunt me like smoke in my eyes

So take me back to that Fall day
When I was young and so was she
When her beauty took my breath away
And she had her hand upon my knee

As the seasons changed
Many leaves have fallen
Snows turned into rains
Summers into autumns

Every passing year has brought
Joy and sorrow too
Lost my father, lost my brother
But got your Brother and Sister and you

I just wanna, Dad, that I'm sorry if I've caused you any pain
If you could go back in time is there anything that you would change

I'm an old man now, your mom by me still
Dreams may have changed but my love never will
If I knew then how hard it would be

I'd do it anyway

So take me back to that Fall day
When I was young and so was she
When her beauty took my breath away
And she had her hand upon know

Her beauty takes my breath away
And she has her hand upon my knee