| Sit with me here in this room, I’m alone, but if you sit with me
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| Maybe I won’t feel like I’m alone (I'll feel like I’m home)
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| I never went through that rebellious phase where my family was lame
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| And I wanted to be on my own (now I’m on my own)
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| And I wonder if I’ve wandered too far away
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| And if I should stay… or if I should go home
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| If I close my eyes I am practically there, with my dad on the couch
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| And my mom in her old rocking chair
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| I used to climb on her lap and she’d rock me to sleep
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| Read me stories then carry me back up th stairs
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| And I wonder when I learnd to read on my own
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| Grew heavy to hold, too big for her chair
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| You gave me brown hair
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| You gave me brown eyes
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| You gave me the patience I need to be kind
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| You said not to cry, I promised to try
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| I’m waving goodbye
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| I call my mom once a week and my dad twice a year but
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| I love them the same, I’ve no favorite at all
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| My dad can fix anything but I don’t have that gene
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| It just seems like that apple had too far to fall
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| But I wonder if I’ll take the best of his traits
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| His humor and faith in the ones that he loves
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| You gave me brown hair, you gave me brown eyes
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| You gave me the patience I need to be kind
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| You said not to cry, I promised to try
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| I’m waving goodbye
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| Columbus, Ohio and Reno, Nevada
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| Chicago and L.A. and now in Seattle
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| I’ve left behind all of the baggage I had — I still
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| Bring you both with me wherever I travel
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| You could’ve fixed every little mistake
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| The bumps in the road, the cuts and the scrapes
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| Could’ve fought all my battles and made me feel safe
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| Could’ve told me I’m perfect, unable to change
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| But the best thing a parent can do for their child
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| Is strengthen their heart
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| Make them able to wave them goodbye
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| You gave me brown hair, you gave me brown eyes
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| You gave me the patience I need to be kind
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| I said not to cry, you promised to try
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| I’m waving goodbye |