I Was Just Thinking
On the day when your baby’s cute little toes are stomping down hard on the gas,
When his small chubby fingers
are gripping the wheel,
When his taillights are vanishing fast…
You wonder, you wonder
how the years could have flown,
how your small boy has traveled so far;
You hope that you’ve taught him
all that you should.
You hope that he’ll bring back the car.