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 & you,
but you know... it could´ve been different dad.

The word brings back a sweet memory.
I am sitting on a bluff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man
giving me encouragement, telling me I can,
and you know... you are not there.

You say, "Son, let´s forget the past,
I want another chance, going to make it last."
You are begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that is 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 & your guilt inside.
You are reaching for smth you never had,
turning around now you are looking back,
and you know... I am not there.

You say, "Son, let´s forget the past.
I want another chance, going to make it last."
You are begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that is been blown apart,
but you know... you never built it dad.