As the two sit face to face with a strange feeling of emptiness
They take in the emotions that have lost the battle against time,
He offers him a candy just as he used to, way back in 1928
But oh so unfortunate, cause now its forty years late,
He knows that the price of that chair where his dear son used to sit
Is much more than the richest man alive can afford to pay,
But why do things happen so early or so late
Why do we look at the rock only after we have tripped?
As the father ponders over and over again
He learns his lessons, a bit late, but better than never,
But the son still has to learn his lessons
He will once he is sixty-eight.
They take in the emotions that have lost the battle against time,
He offers him a candy just as he used to, way back in 1928
But oh so unfortunate, cause now its forty years late,
He knows that the price of that chair where his dear son used to sit
Is much more than the richest man alive can afford to pay,
But why do things happen so early or so late
Why do we look at the rock only after we have tripped?
As the father ponders over and over again
He learns his lessons, a bit late, but better than never,
But the son still has to learn his lessons
He will once he is sixty-eight.
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