Father's hand are lined with dirt
From long days in the fields
And Mother's hands were 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 stupid
Too late
So wrong
So long
It's too bad that
We had no time to rewind
Let's walk
Let's talk

You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call our 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 it
and how it's so bad

It's too bad, it's stupid
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk

It's so bad, it's too bad, it's stupid
It's too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk

Father's hands are lined with guilt for tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end, just look at where we are
We made it out...
...we still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it...
...and how it's so bad, it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's stupid
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk

It's so bad, it's too bad, it's stupid
It's too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
Long time, let’s walk, let’s talk

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