Texty: For The Day. Love Isn't Brains, Children.... Postscript.

I've spent half my life not listening to you
tried everything not to please you at all.
But today I know you still loved me.
Seems we're better friends since you're gone.

I watch myself fooling around,
breaking promises and hearts,
days of joy and nights of sorrow -
(tell me) what would you say now?

Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?

I remember the time your face got earnest:
"I'm older now than my father got."
I still wonder if I'll ever have to see the day
that I'm the one to say that to a child of mine.

Will we ever meet again
and will we be friends then?
So many times I didn't talk to you,
so many things I'd like to tell you now.

Would you...

I don't know if you can hear me -
this song is for no one but you.

Would you like my girlfriend?
Would you come to our shows?
Would you be proud of your son?
Would I even care?