I walked the steps of my father todaynWorked till I froze and my face turned greynAnd all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bonenAnd I felt like a child in a world full of mennTrying to capture that something againnStrong as an ox but slowly turning to stonennWalking away from this room dark and grey nSmoke hangs in clouds and the old echo playsnnAnd the music is softnAnd the voice it is hushednAnd the boy he has lovednAnd the man he has lostnnAnd I walk out in the rainnAll over againnnI felt the touch of my mother todaynGently pushing me forward againnClosing my eyes but still feeling the waynAnd I'm clutching at fingers through crumples & creasesnI came to my senses it cut me to piecesn'Cause I needed more but I was pulling awaynnWalking alone with these legs made of stonenI'm almost dry and I'm almost homennWhere the photographs smilenAnd I'm still someone's childnAnd my place it is setnSo I'll stay for a whilennTill I walk out in the rainnLike water would stainnAnd I'm born all over again