Dag Nasty
The Godfather

always caring always mine
still always reaching for what isn`t there
it just isn`t there at all
the smallest doubt can swell and grow
and all hope shrinks into indifference
it makes no difference to me
I was only five
when I heard the tale of the little train that said
" I think I can "
but what`s hard to give is hard to get
and once you`ve lost it it`s always gone
it`s always gone
sometimes I wish that I could cry
instead of wondering what`s on her mind
what was on my mind this time
for consolation there`s always a next time
but will you take the time ?
it will take some time
don`t misunderstand
half the time I can
don`t misunderstand
half the time I only think I can
I was only five
when I heard the tale of the little train that said
" I think I can"
but what`s hard to give is hard to get
and once you`ve lost it it`s always gone
it`s always gone
standing on the railroad tracks
I hear the whistle the godfather`s call
the biggest train of all
it`s speeding closer towards the bridge
I`m hoping it can show me how it`s done