Breathe in the night that crushed a tired sunrise Born again, the day brings young naivety A laptop souvenir is worth the weight in silver and gold And son, you'll be home again and I'll be home again Mend in my sleep, I'm boxing underwater Waddle on the wake Waking on a summer day A summer day And after all these years forget about all the troubled times And after all these years forget about all the troubled times And every father's pain casts a shadow over a broke And son, you'll be whole again and I'll be whole again Munificent, artless and ascetic Playing like a scared enthusiastic pawn After all these years forget about all the troubled times And after all these years forget about all the troubled times The troubled times, all those years I was hurting to feel something more than life All those years After all these years forget about all the troubled times And after all these years forget about all the troubled times And after all these years forget about all the troubled times The troubled times, all those years I was hurting to feel something more than life