Gray hairs creeping in
Lines on my face
I look back at a life
I can't erase
Memories of a love
Slipped away
And sons who've gone
Their own way
I dream of a table
Set for four
Just a simple meal
Nothing more
But the hardest thing
To do
Is bring the ones you love
Back to you
Years have passed
Seasons change
But the distance stays
The same
I wonder if the war
Turned me cold
Made me a stranger
To the ones I hold
I dream of a table
Set for four
Just a simple meal
Nothing more
But the hardest thing
To do
Is bring the ones you love
Back to you