Lyrics by - Keith CaputoMusic by - Sal Abruscato and Keith Caputo
It disturbs me to see that you're gorwing old
It concerns me to be the one you want to hold
Too busy running on fuel
Thand God you made it through
Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold
Lost as father and son
Bring us back together as one
Seasons change and so did your son
Strife with emotions that can't be one
Too busy running on fuel
Thank God you made it through
Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold
Want to hand you a piece of my delicate heart