And after a long time, my old man came home Dropped his bag and smiled, then kissed me and mom It seems like yesterday, he put me on his lap It's funny how years can change a face when you live with regret He said: Son, life isn't fair I know the times you needed me, I wasn't even there And now it's probably too late But I hope you can forgive your poor dad someday Not even a month had passed, his chair was empty again I missed the sound of his footsteps and the booze in his hands Now despite my foolish pride, I came to see his grave I wonder what he thought when he died and if he called my name Father, it wasn't too late The things you said to me still shape my fate I loved you and I hated you But I'll always honor you no matter what it takes And the booze in my hand That ain't a problem, I hope that you knew That when my boy grows old I'll tell him your stories and we'll drink to you