There's that counter kid with the insufficient moustache,
He's another one of those bright and funny young know-it-alls,
He's got the fire of the immortal soul burning there in his bright, porcelain blue eyes,
He humors me, and like always, I just let it slide,
Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him, "Hey kid, the world still goes on, even after we've passed through it, long after we're gone"
And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid, it's your turn to walk on water.
Well life is God's gift, but the years have weight and I'm logy and a little sluggish,
My back's bothering me again and my bones are rigid,
I feel like I've lived too many years, but then again, not long enough,
I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom; clichés about life being tough,
Tell him all about unrealized expectations, pass on a couple of tips,
But I've learned, after all this time, you can't teach these young dogs new tricks.
Who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid it's your turn to walk on water.
I see this world is fast becoming a place meant only for survivors,
Where the glands have replaced the heart and soul and we act out our darkest desires,
So here's another prayer for the boy, for God's mercy and his grace,
For salvation and love and the courage to make the world a better place.
Who can avoid?
Well the kid smiles and pours me another cup of thick, bitter coffee,
He's caught in the sunlight through the window,
He looks like he's from another country, not a part of this unbalanced, wounded world,
with its wonders, and sorrows, and joys, and miseries.
I shuffle out and leave him to his hopes and dreams, as I hang on to my memories,
Well, you hang on too, son.
And who can avoid the sins of the fathers?
But you go ahead kid it's your turn to walk on water.
Do your best to undo the sins of the fathers,
And go ahead kid, it's your turn to walk on water.
Your turn to walk on water.
