Livingston Taylor
©1990 Morgan Creek Music (ASCAP) - All Rights Reserved

My father stands before me
In a place that's his alone
I'm guided to the future
I have the world to roam
I stand up and I'm counted
A million miles from home
I can see forever
In my father's eyes
My father sits before me
His hands upon his chin
His fingers touch his lips
Until my story ends
Patiently we get it straight
The whos, the whens the whys
Truth ever protected
In my father's eyes

Chorus:
My father's eyes
My father's hands
"Oh Daddy quickly pick me up
When will I be a man
When will I live long enough
To make somebody fly?
When will the mirror show me
My father's eyes?"
My father's resting in a chair
In a long cold winter sun
He falls into a restless sleep
Still itching for the run
Well the arms are thin
And the movement slow
But there'll be one more try
Strength has another measure
In my father's eyes

Chorus