Soon

Soon you'll not remember anything But then, someday, neither will I Tomorrow though is nothing to fear Because father it's always today Life won't flash before your eyes Instead will fall away then melt like snow The secret storms of your wild youth Now just gentle breezes, warm and faint Soon you'll not remember anything But then, someday, neither will I Tomorrow though is nothing to fear Because father it's always today I can ride on your coattails again Like I always did as a little boy We are standing on the home shores now My whole hand hanging onto your thumb There's a place in the palace of you Where we can always be standing like that And we can hide in there just as we were then You're just my father and I am just your son Your son Your son Soon