Waking

I remember dreams my father had And how I saw them slip through his hands I never thought of him as a broken man But there is sorrow behind his laugh Thirty, forty, fifty years And a life time of tears We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up Thirty, forty, fifty years And a life time of fears We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up I remember things my mother said That at the time, didn't make much sense She never spoke of disappointments But behind her eyes, I see regret In the shadow of our parents dreams In the shadows, we no longer sleep