Sailing down behind the sun, Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing rain To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag 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 father's eyes. My father's eyes. When I look in my father's eyes. My father's 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, I've realized That's when I need them, That's when I need my father's eyes. My father's eyes. That's when I need my father's eyes. My father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears Through the distant clouds of tears. I'm 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, I've realized That he was here with me; I looked into my father's eyes. My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes. My father's eyes.
My father's eyes. My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes. My father's eyes.
{Toerag is a British slang term for a worthless person, by analogy with the strips of cloth that vagrants wear in place of socks.}
