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 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 (Chorus) 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