A little of my way

Son, we're worried, you know
You seem to fade a little more each day
Your world is shaded
While the sunny days pass you by

I used to work, I used to dream and play
Life bloomed outside, so wide and tall
My days were work, my football, and my beer–
And I loved it more than I recall

Give it a try, son, give it a try
That's a fine idea, don't let it die
Beer, friends, a girl to hold
Not every single day, but close

I don't know how I came this far
Nor when I lost my way again
Perhaps the truth lies in your books
While I just chase what still remains

I watch the world, it runs for gold
Hands are full, but hearts grow cold
I wonder, son, when you look at me
Do you see them, or who I used to be?

Give it a try, son, give it a try
That's a fine idea, don't let it die
Beer, friends, a girl to hold
Not every single day, but close

Maybe your path is clearer than mine
Maybe your world has learned to shine
Still I hope you'll pause someday
And walk a little of your father's way

Son, when you face the day
Let the light show you the way
You'll find your world, your voice, your place
To feel the cool breeze on your face
And remember your father's way