Nickelback

Fathers hands are lined with dirt
from long days in the field
mothers hands are serving meals
in a cafe on main street
with mouths to feed
just trying to keep clothing on our backs
and all i hear about is how it's so bad it's so bad
it's too bad it's too bad
too late soo long soo long
it's too bad we had no time to rewind
lets walk lets talk lets talkyou left without saying goodbye
although i'm sure you tried
you called the house from time to time
to make sure we're alive
but you weren't there
right when i needed you the most
and now i dream about itit's so bad it's so bad
it's too bad it's too bad
too late soo long soo long
it's too bad we had no time to rewind