I walked the steps of my father today Worked till I froze and my face turned grey And all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bone And I felt like a child in a world full of men Trying to capture that something again Strong as an ox but slowly turning to stone Walking away from this room dark and grey Smoke hangs in clouds and the old echo plays And the music is soft And the voice it is hushed And the boy he has loved And the man he has lost And I walk out in the rain All over again I felt the touch of my mother today Gently pushing me forward again Closing my eyes but still feeling the way And I'm clutching at fingers through crumples & creases I came to my senses it cut me to pieces 'Cause I needed more but I was pulling away Walking alone with these legs made of stone I'm almost dry and I'm almost home Where the photographs smile And I'm still someone's child And my place it is set So I'll stay for a while Till I walk out in the rain Like water would stain And I'm born all over again