(Chris DeGarmo)
You called me up on the phone today
struggling with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the lives of me and you,
but you know... it  could have been different dad.
The word brings back a sweet memory.
I¹m sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man giving me
encouragement, telling me I can, and you know ...
you¹re not there.
You say, ³Son, let¹s forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it last.²
You¹re begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge that¹s been blown apart, but you know...
you never built it dad.
So I sit here through the night, and I
write myself to sleep, and time keeps ticking...
Time has made you finally realize your
loneliness and your guilt inside.
You¹re reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you¹re loocking back, and you know...
I¹m no there.
You say, ³son, let¹s forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it last.²
You¹re begging me for a brand new start, trying
to mend a bridge that¹s been blown apart, but you know ...
you never built id dad.