My Father's Eyes
by Livingston Taylor
(James Taylor's brother)

My father stands before me
In a place that's his alone
I'm guided to the future
I have the world to own.
I stand up and I'm counted
A thousand miles from home
Why can I see forever
In my father's eyes?

My father sits before me
His hands upon his chin
His fingers touch his lips
Until my story ends.
Patiently we get it straight
The whos, the whens, the whys...
Truth ever protected
In my father's eyes.

My father's eyes...
My father's hands...
Oh, Daddy quickly pick me up
When will I be a man?
When will I live long enough
To make somebody fly?
When will the mirror show me
My father's eyes?

My father's resting in a chair
In a long, cold Winter sun
He falls into a restless sleep
Still itching for the run.
The arms are thin
And the movement slow
But there'll be one more try
Strength has another measure
In my father's eyes.

My father's eyes
My father's hands
Oh, Daddy quickly pick me up
When will I be a man?
When will I live long enough
To make somebody fly?
When will the mirror show me
My father's eyes?

From the album "Snapshot" by Livingston Taylor
(C)1998 Whistling Dog Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

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