When I was 8 years old I used to follow Dad around

Watch her replace sparkplugs and put fence posts in the

ground

He would tell me try your best at every thing you do

But I don't think he always thought that message made it

through

But every time I screwed things up he'd just smile and

shake his head

He'd pick me up there on his knee and this is what he said

Watch where you're going, not where you been

Keep one eye on your enemies, and one eye on your

friends

Always look 'em in the eye but it's impolite to stare

That's it son, you're getting there

That summer after high school I met a pretty girl

The fact she even knew my name put my heart in a whirl

Every time I'd try to talk my words would be a mess

I couldn't take much more my heart couldn't stand the

stress

But then just when I thought I'd never even get a glance

I caught her smiling at me and I knew I had a chance

And I thought....Watch where you're going, not where you

been

Keep one eye on your enemies, and one eye on your

friends

Always look 'em in the eye but it's impolite to stare

That's it son, you're getting there

You know you're getting there and boy that's anywhere but

here

Trying to make your best better and conquer all your fears

Keep your head held high even when life don't play fair

That's it son, you're getting there

Sitting in that hospital just waiting for the word

I could feel my own heart racing when the doctor’s voice I

heard

Then my eyes filled with tears so much I couldn’t see

Then a tiny hand wrapped round my thumb and knocked

me to my knees

I bowed my head and kissed her and began to pray

That she would always understand these words that I

would say

Watch where you're going, not where you been

Keep one eye on your enemies, and one eye on your

friends

Always look 'em in the eye but it's impolite to stare

That's it girl, you're getting there