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Vassar Phil American Child

been 80 today But in '45, he fell down beside An American child An American child, an American child 'Cause dreams can grow wild Born inside an American child, an American child

122, 59 Oak Drive Rolls off my tongue like a nursery rhyme Wooden numbers on the front of your house Where we fell in love Little things they stick in

Well, maybe lately I've been Acting a little bit strange And maybe there's A few things I need to explain So what if I call you at work for no reason

You'll never know How much you touch my soul You're so beautiful And I'm so gone Please understand I'm only just a man But I'll give you all I am From

Hey, this is God Could I please have your attention There's a need for intervention Man, I'm disappointed in what I'm seeing Yeah, this is God You fight

In the spring I dreamed of summer To feel the sunlight on my skin But in the heat I'd start to hunger For that autumn chill again I always spent my time

My moment of need was my finest hour But all I needed was someone To make me turn myself around I could see by the way we never talk And how we're always

But in '45 he fell down beside an American child An American child Oh, an American child 'Cause dreams can grow wild born inside an American child An American child

But in '45 he fell down beside an American child An American child Oh, an American child 'Cause dreams can grow wild born inside an American child An American child