From the recording Waiting To Arrive
©2001 Don Bray & David Leask (SOCAN)
Don Bray: guitar & vocal
Eve Goldberg: harmonies
Geoff Somers: fiddle
Lyrics
There's a great big sea outside the window
Footsteps on the shore
My father used to live here
Doesn't anymore
There's a lonely line at the horizon
Cold and hard and wrong
Like the one drawn between us
Long before he'd gone
And those days slip away
As I mourn the mistakes I have made
That let those days slip away
And I will never have those times again
His picture's on the mantle
Smile upon his face
Staring out at me like
Time has been erased
And I should have written him some letters
Settled on some words
Said with much emotion
What needed to be heard
But those days slip away
As I mourn the mistakes I have made
That let those days slip away
And I will never have those times again
My old sneakers in his closet
That old bike I left behind
So many ways I left him
No way back that I can find
There's a telephone out in the kitchen
Waiting on the wall
Right now I'd love to hear him
It's far too late to call
As those days slip away
As I mourn the mistakes I have made
That let those days slip away
And I will never have those times again