Seen you in that Polaroid
A Pony Miller Beer in your hand
Unlit cigarette dangling from your lips
You were just a little kid
The grown-ups put you up to it
And it's for sure they're gonna do it again
Cuz the more things change the more they stay the same
But the time of custom vans has gone away
Years started crashing by
You started running with the band
Smoking more than cigarettes
Never turning down a hit
The party never seemed to end
But you realized the guests had gone
And you're left standing by yourself again
No one's around to hear a note you play
They washed out in a pile of yesterdays
Seen you in The Chronicle
An old soul smiling at me
Baby girl on your hips, A Daddy's grin on your lips
She couldn't have been much older than three
You made your peace with the man upstairs
And he's laid it out like ABC's
You're finger wrapped and if that's that
Then you're okay
Quite a change has made the man that you became
When she smiles, you turn to dust, you're just blown away
Daddy's heart from the start she was born to take