Dad, you dropped a bomb on me

When I was thirty

You said you got by without a father, so you figured why should I have one

Okay, okay, it made me wonder though

Can you get by without a son?

Every night, I've got to lift a glass to your honesty

Every night, I've got to lift a glass to your honesty

I remember the day I earned your respect

I showed you a three thousand dollar check

From a show in New York City

Let me tell you something you never knew

Dad, I'm just like you

Although they’re in the middle

I added these lines last

I don’t know if they’re true

Now I'm pushing sixty

With two kids of my own

I wonder what they'll think of me when they're fully grown

Broke my toe, I couldn't go

To the father daughter dance, it broke her heart so

It broke my heart so

And I’m always screeching at my boy

To do this or that

But when I got back from the road

He hugged me so hard

I lost my hat

And now my daughter, she makes beauty

My son makes empathy

Yeah, my daughter, she makes beauty

My son makes empathy

So, so, so much

So much more than me

So, so much beauty

So much empathy

So much more than me

And there’s two things I’ve recently come to know

Dad, I know your heart was broken long ago

And the two things that I’ve come to know

The two pieces of your heart rendered so

Rendered so

Rendered so