I was reading Shel Silverstein while you fell asleep,
Thinking about cosmic generosity, it's a mystery.
You roar like a lion, sleep like a lamb, watching your diaphragm,
Breathing in and out, dancing through the clouds.
I can't wait to watch you see the world with your own eyes.
Just like me and my old man, we're watching Peter Pan,
Fly to Neverland. Someday you'll fly away, find your own time and space.
It's a unique chemistry you carry in your genes, your own memories.
You'll make your own noise, sing with your own voice.
I can't wait to watch you see the world with your own eyes.
I can't wait to watch you see the world with your own eyes.
When I see you in photographs, I can't believe how young you used to be.
I don't know whether I should cry or laugh. They feel like the same thing to me.
I can't wait to watch you see the world with your own eyes.
I can't wait to watch you see the world with your own eyes.