I was born six pound, nine ounces, cold November mornin'
She'd been waitin' for this
My mother's only son, but who'd have known that 12 months later
She'd have gave her last kiss, left a man and five kids?
If it was up to me to write this story
God knows I wouldn't start it like this
We took what we were given, didn't know much different
Yeah, we made the most out of it
I guess that's how the cards were dealt
Wish I could tell my younger self
I'd end up like this, with a wife and two kids
If I had the chance to take him by the hand
I'd probably show him somethin' like this
And oh, my, my
I throw my hands up to the sky
If somebody told me that I could dream the boldest
I think I'd hope for somethin' like this
I saw an apparition of her dancin' in the kitchen
Oh, don't play me like this (ooh)
I thought I must be sleepin', but on second thoughts
I couldn't even dream about this, thought it didn't exist
Not sure I was ready to believe it
Until you showed me somethin' like this
And oh, my, my
I throw my hands up to the sky
If somebody told me that I could dream the boldest
I think I'd hope for somethin' like this
And oh, my, my
I'd never noticed so much sky
If somebody told me that I could dream the boldest
I think I'd hope for somethin' like this
I was born six pound, nine ounces, cold November mornin'
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