Broken Door

It's raining tonight
 And the smell of the breeze through my window
 It reminds me of when I was a child
 And my mind drifts away
 I close my eyes, it's like I'm almost there
 Things felt like magic then
 And I think, and I think to myself
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23
 Every day it seems more like the magic's behind me
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23
 It was simple back then
 Looking out of this same window
 Back when I was a child
 Before my friends passed away
 Before my trust had to be earned
 And that first drink that lasted ten years
 And I think, and I think to myself...
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23
 Every day it seems more like the magic's behind me
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23
 Summer days lying in the grass
 The world seemed bigger then
 I could never find a word for that feeling
 Until she told me her name
 It's what perfect means to me
 She smiled at me last night
 Rubbing her finger in the palm of her hand
 That's when I knew that I was dreaming
 I can't dream anymore
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23
 Every day it seems more like the magic's behind me
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23, at 23
 If I knew my father then I would ask
 If he felt like this at 23