Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul again.
Just a toe ride on the run. How did I get here? What have I done? When will all my hopes arise? How will I know him? When I look in my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes. When I look in my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes.
Then the light begins to shine And I hear those ancient lullabies. And as I watch this seedling grow, Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say? How do I teach him? What do we play? Bit by bit, Iīve realized Thatīs when I need them, Thatīs when I need my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes. Thatīs when I need my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears Through the distant clouds of tears. Iīm like a bridge that was washed away; My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die. How could I lose him? What did I try? Bit by bit, Iīve realized That he was here with me; I looked into my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes. I looked into my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes.
My fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes. I looked into my fatherīs eyes. My fatherīs eyes.
