The pieces of the puzzle
Are falling into place
I recognize my future in
That small, familiar face
All nature outside raging
That January morn
I think I started living on
The day that you were born
I am but flesh and bone my son
A body made of sin
I will surely disappoint you
Over and over again
My accomplishments and trophies
I'll treat them all with scorn
I know my finest moment was
The day that you were born
You run with wild abandon now
A train come off the rails
Hot tears you wipe with dimpled hands
And dirty fingernails
Well you must be trying to kill me son
Another sweater torn
But nothing else could thrill me like
The day that you were born
I helped you find your footsteps
To walk so you could run
And fly as far as Saturn
Just laughing at the sun
To leave me fast behind you
Holding a hat you'd worn
Something to remind me of
The day that you were born
So I begged god for a promise
An ounce of certainty
And with some unholy bargain
I bound your soul to me
And though I paid in silver
My allegiance had been sworn
I knew that it was over on
The day that you were born
You can't blame me for tryin'
What's life without its thorns
I guess I started dying on
The day that you were born