Forty

Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago

Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row

I've always been a rebel son but daddy didn't mind

He wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time

Now he's on the front porch as I get out of my car

And as my father's eyes meet mine there's one wish in my heart

I'm wishin' my daddy was forty again

He would be young and I would be ten

We would go fishin' throw an old ball around

Wash his truck go into town

We can never go back to the way it was then

Just for today I wish he was forty again

Now we'll sit and talk for hour of life out on the road

What I've seen and where I've been and journeys left to go

Mama looks at both of us "you're like two kids I swear"

Then the stories turn to laughter before the leaving turns to tears

I'm wishing my daddy was forty again

He would be young and I would be ten

We would go fishin' throw an old ball around

Wash his old truck go into town

We could never go back to the way it was then

Just for today I wish he was forty again

Oh, and just for today I wish he was forty again