In the fall of 82, the leaves were turning gold
And on the wind, was the cry of a newborn son
The rain fell gently, on a hospital window sill
And the journey of my life, had just begun
The years flew as fast, as my daddy’s chevy truck
I moved out into the world, wet behind the ears
Hard headed and crazy, not unlike my dad
And it’s amazing I’m still here after all these years
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
I got kicked out of college, for being young and fast
But as I’m sure you know, I wasn’t quite fast enough
I partied like a rock star, and then I paid the cost
My children came along, and I found the gift of love
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
Now as we grow older, my folks are turning gray
I’m hopefully a little wiser, than I was years go
And I wouldn’t give all the money in the world
To take back the scars or what I’ve come to know
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
I wrote this for my birthday. To all the dear friends who crossed my path; the guys who were lucky enough to love me; and the ones who were dumb enough to let me go; and finally - my family - it's been a wild ride! Here's to the first 28 years, and to being healthy and wise in the next 28!
And on the wind, was the cry of a newborn son
The rain fell gently, on a hospital window sill
And the journey of my life, had just begun
The years flew as fast, as my daddy’s chevy truck
I moved out into the world, wet behind the ears
Hard headed and crazy, not unlike my dad
And it’s amazing I’m still here after all these years
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
I got kicked out of college, for being young and fast
But as I’m sure you know, I wasn’t quite fast enough
I partied like a rock star, and then I paid the cost
My children came along, and I found the gift of love
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
Now as we grow older, my folks are turning gray
I’m hopefully a little wiser, than I was years go
And I wouldn’t give all the money in the world
To take back the scars or what I’ve come to know
For every winding of the road
For every fork in the path
There was always a choice to make
And as I sit here looking back
There have been many lessons learned
And the tears are mine to weep
There was a story for every road
And every mile a memory
I wrote this for my birthday. To all the dear friends who crossed my path; the guys who were lucky enough to love me; and the ones who were dumb enough to let me go; and finally - my family - it's been a wild ride! Here's to the first 28 years, and to being healthy and wise in the next 28!
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