Ain't funny how time Steals the feeling from a love affair And there's no place to lay the blame 'cos in any case, oh, no one cares Helplessly we just watched it fade away Neither will admit it Are we both aching to say. We, you, I miss the days when we

You are the only exception When I was younger I saw my daddy cry And curse at the wind He broke his own heart As I watched As he tried to re-assemble it And my momma swore She would never let herself forget

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

Here until I'm gone Just hanging on Even though I watched you come and go How was I to know You'd steal the show One day I'll have enough to gamble I'll wait to hear your final call and bet it all

I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

Over the castle on the hill We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill But I can't wait to go home I'm on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to "Tiny Dancer" And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real When I was six

So when the waves come rolling in Then I won't turn the tide And in the line of fire You'll set me aside So go on Richard let go On our last trip to the coast We watched the boats sail the sea "How effortlessly they float" You turned and said to me

I was watchin’ cartoons on a Saturday morning And I heard daddy start the truck I came runnin’ from the house and waved him down 'Cause he was makin’ a run to the dump We watched the Bears and licked ice cream cones Take a little walk around I’ll never

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

The house was like a tomb. I was hiding in my room. As my brother made his way on down the hall. I didn't want to say goodbye. And I was trying to deny there was a war, And that he got the call. I watched him from my window Walking down the drive. Then I