Its funny of somethings that have been passed down from parents to children... I found myself one night worrying about how I am to raise my son. I want the best for him and came up with a small plan to get him into the USS (US Swim team.) and a few other activities. How I would support him and hope that he would exceed my accomplishments in life. Then a darkness grew over me and I realized that I am looking upon my son to succeed me... Do those things that I didn't or never had a chance to do. Then I looked back on my father and realized... I didn't follow my fathers steps and become what he wanted and yet... I am about to ask the same out of my son... and probably with the same results as my father... I looked upon my father and realized that now that I am a father... I share that same insecurity... and I guess as all fathers would ask thier own... where do we go from here...

WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE



Father I always looked up to you son with a name
I wanted to be just as great as you and tried in vain
You always said to wake up and pay attention too
In the hard years I remember those words from you
So I pressed harder to make my mark and now its done
And when I look back it seems I lived my life all on the run

(cc1)
From that little boy with rifle in hand
To the raging man with fire in my eye
Now that I have found my place
Where do we go from here

Father now I am coming home not what you expect
I know the words are coming in the same I have left
But how can you look at me in that way while I am young
I haven't had the same choices they have left me unsung
Yea my hair is as long as yours was short in your day
And it's a price of shame that I refused to pay

(repeat cc1)

Now that I am standing here and set in my ways
I gave up hope of ever being compared to you no more chase
So does it surprise you that I have found myself content
With just words that you let me go the words you sent
Been everywhere in every town and it wasn't a vacation
So father I ask one thing wake up and pay attention

(repeat cc1)

so I didn't become the great cowboy riding in my new car
I chose to lead a crowd of fame with my brand new guitar
As people look up to you I too understand their thirst
But its not what I wanted and to me that life has become a curse
Will I ever know myself as great or will pass on the insecure
Father we are both men and we both share the same fear

(repeat cc1)



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WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE

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