Somewhere down the road

Lights go out

Gone is the last chance to

Make her proud

Who do I want to be?

Who will I've been?

If somebody follows me

What will she think?

Will she say I was kind?

And love to think of old times?

Will she say she was mine

Or is she looking back with shame in her eyes?

Fathers and daughters

Mothers and sons

The wheel keeps turning and

We're moving along

Hopefully, I don't run her over

Will she say I was kind?

And love to think of old times?

Will she say she was mine

Or is she looking back with shame in her eyes?

I hope that she's going to show up to lay me down

And find a few words from her heart to say goodbye

I pray that I don't leave her with a heritage of shame

Full of arguments and politics that never reach their aim

With the single result of her knowing who she has to blame

She will cry about the rivers she never got to see

And about all the people that could not escape the heat

Yeah, she's left with the question: how could we ignore her plea?