Sailing down behind the sun,
waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain to restore my soul again.
Just a toe rag on the run.
How did I get here? What have I done?
When will all my hopes arrive?
How will I know him? When I look in my father's eyes.

Then the light begins to shine and
I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watched 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'd realize
That's when I need them, that's when I need my father's eyes.