by eric clapton)
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did i get here?
What have i done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will i know him?
When i look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When i look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And i hear those ancient lullabies.
And as i watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do i find the words to say?
How do i teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, i've realized
That's when i need them,
That's when i need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when i need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could i lose him?
What did i try?
Bit by bit, i've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
