"These are the words to the first song my daughter wrote for me:
I came back riding
On a vaguely special night
The fool was driving
And for once he sounded right
This got me sinking
Back to pastel Jersey days
About the woman, I love most
And the girl she’d come to raise
What she doesn’t is
I’d watch her even when she breathed
Never unnoticed
Went the details of those scenes
And all the weakness
She thought I saw in her
Stand for the first time
Her accuracy was a bit blurred
There’s no one like her
And there will never be
I hope some offspring someday
Will quietly watch me
I never talk much
About much of anything
But she’s just perfect
Down to this very drop of day
And I won’t sing this
In front of many more than few
For the sole reason
I don’t have the strength I claim to
But she can keep this
Or any other given rhyme
For any given sorrow
Or any given time
Chorus: This song will never be good enough".
