My Father’s Son

Taller than you by the age of twelve
Took me years to understand
It's not in feet and inches
That you measure a man

All that I want said of me
When all is said and done
I was my father's son
I was my father’s son

I couldn't like the things you liked
No matter how I tried
Hope I kept it hidden
How that tore me up inside

We could have talked a little more
Not wasted so much time
You had your troubles this I know
And I had mine

My father's son
My father’s son

The years they brought us closer
But they take with the other hand
Too soon the man and child
Are memory and man