She's too old for the playground She's too young for the graveyard She's too wise for me to tell her I've got plans She loves my CD collection She's always on to the next one I point to the map and she always understands Beautiful, my little glory You'll always be my baby girl I don't want to hear your story I can't bear to know your world I call her up on the cell phone More and more she is not home She's out with her friends And she wouldn't talk to me if she could She sees me as an old man now She's finding all her own bands now And the sign on the door To her room says closed for Good Beautiful, my little glory You'll always be my baby girl I don't want to hear your story I can't bear to know your world I'm heading out off the front steps Didn't think she would wake yet But her voice says Daddy, do you think you could give me a ride? We plumb familiar city The club is new but it's gritty She takes my arm And I let her lead me inside A voice that's lovely and different The music carries her intent I feel her hand on my elbow and I let her steer I catch her profile in side view She turns and says, "I can see you And I always knew there'd be a road back to here" Beautiful, my little glory You'll always be my baby girl Won't you let me hear your story Beautiful, my little glory You'll always be my baby girl I am following your story I am leaving you the world © PETER QUINCE PRODUCTIONS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com