There's that counter kid with the
Insufficient mustache
He's another one of those bright and
Funny young know-it-alls
He's got the fire of the immortal
Soul burnin' there in his
Bright porcelain blue eyes
He humors me, and like always, I just let it slide
Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him
"Hey kid, the world still goes on,
Even after we've passed through it,
Long after we're gone"
And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water
Well life is God's gift, but the years have weight And I'm logy,
a little sluggish
My back's bothering me again and my Bones are rigid
I feel like I've lived too many years,
But then again not long enough
I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom,
Cliches about life being tough
Tell him all about unrealized expectations,
Pass on a couple of tips,
But I've learned after all this time
You can't teach these young dogs new tricks
I see this world is fast becoming a place
Meant only for survivors
Where the glands have replaced the heart and soul
And we act out our darkest desires
So here's another prayer for the boy
For God's mercy and His grace
For salvation and love
And the courage to make
The world a better place
Well the kid smiles and pours me another cup of Thick bitter coffee
He's caught in the sunlight through the window --
He looks like he's from another country
(not a part of this unbalanced, wounded world
with its wonders and sorrows and joys and miseries)
I shuffle out and leave him
To his hopes and dreams
As I hang on to my memories
Well... you hang on too, son
Do your best to undo the sins of the fathers
Go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water
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Daniel Amos - Sins Of The Fathers Lyrics
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There's that counter kid with the
Insufficient mustache
He's another one of those bright and
Funny young know-it-alls
He's got the fire of the immortal
Soul burnin' there in his
Bright porcelain blue eyes
He humors me, and like always, I just let it slide
Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him
"Hey kid, the world still goes on,
Even after we've passed through it,
Long after we're gone"
And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water
Well life is God's gift, but the years have weight And I'm logy,
a little sluggish
My back's bothering me again and my Bones are rigid
I feel like I've lived too many years,
But then again not long enough
I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom,
Cliches about life being tough
Tell him all about unrealized expectations,
Pass on a couple of tips,
But I've learned after all this time
You can't teach these young dogs new tricks
I see this world is fast becoming a place
Meant only for survivors
Where the glands have replaced the heart and soul
And we act out our darkest desires
So here's another prayer for the boy
For God's mercy and His grace
For salvation and love
And the courage to make
The world a better place
Well the kid smiles and pours me another cup of Thick bitter coffee
He's caught in the sunlight through the window --
He looks like he's from another country
(not a part of this unbalanced, wounded world
with its wonders and sorrows and joys and miseries)
I shuffle out and leave him
To his hopes and dreams
As I hang on to my memories
Well... you hang on too, son
Do your best to undo the sins of the fathers
Go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water
Insufficient mustache
He's another one of those bright and
Funny young know-it-alls
He's got the fire of the immortal
Soul burnin' there in his
Bright porcelain blue eyes
He humors me, and like always, I just let it slide
Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him
"Hey kid, the world still goes on,
Even after we've passed through it,
Long after we're gone"
And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water
Well life is God's gift, but the years have weight And I'm logy,
a little sluggish
My back's bothering me again and my Bones are rigid
I feel like I've lived too many years,
But then again not long enough
I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom,
Cliches about life being tough
Tell him all about unrealized expectations,
Pass on a couple of tips,
But I've learned after all this time
You can't teach these young dogs new tricks
I see this world is fast becoming a place
Meant only for survivors
Where the glands have replaced the heart and soul
And we act out our darkest desires
So here's another prayer for the boy
For God's mercy and His grace
For salvation and love
And the courage to make
The world a better place
Well the kid smiles and pours me another cup of Thick bitter coffee
He's caught in the sunlight through the window --
He looks like he's from another country
(not a part of this unbalanced, wounded world
with its wonders and sorrows and joys and miseries)
I shuffle out and leave him
To his hopes and dreams
As I hang on to my memories
Well... you hang on too, son
Do your best to undo the sins of the fathers
Go ahead kid
It's your turn to walk on water