when I think about the days
My memory's just a maze of sights
and incoherent songs I sung
One thing's got me puzzled
and I'll never understand
All you know, Dad, I never saw you cry
I'm the duplicate impression
of the lack of self -expression
Thus making it impossible to satisfy
the someone here that holds me
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
ah, I can't count the nights
I couldn't pull the shoes
I'd fall exhausted on the bed
Something in my mind was trying
hard to understand the reason why
Are you no doubt, I never saw you cry
All the nights I spent in hungry arms
was surely not a waste of time
So many more were spent alone,
although I'd really like to
Oh, you know, I never saw you cry
Oh, you know, Dad, I never saw you cry
