Dad says it's striking 
How I look like you 
And how we share the same eyes
Yes, he swears I'm just a smaller 
Form of you 

But brittle bones and a wisp of white hair
Are all I see in that old rocking chair 

(Refrão):
Tell me, how long have you been around ?
And how long 'til you're underground ?
Tell me, how can a son be a father , 
A mother a daughter 
And I be a man someday ?
Well, I wonder 
Yes I do, I really wonder 

Could I belong to someone so old, who
Can only speak in whispers 
And who cannot hear a single word I say 

You're a man with a quivering hand 
How we're connected 
I just can't understand 

(repete refrão)

But when I think of 
How you smile 
And the way you look at me 
It isn't hard to recognize 
That you belong to me, 
that you're a part of me 

Tell me, how can a son be a father 
A mother a daughter, 
And I be a man someday ? 
Well, I wonder, 
Yes I do, I really wonder