Press Play Again

I found the shoe box hidden on the top shelf

Wrapped up in dust and a faded blue ribbon

A single cassette

with my name in his handwriting

And every year

of my childhood written down in lines "Happy fifth birthday,

my little explorer..." (ahhh)

And I press play and hear my father again

Time rolls backward as the tape wheels spin (ooh) He's singing through

the static, holding my hand Press play and hear my father again

On age eleven, he said I was growing too fast

By seventeen, he told me to hold onto my spark

Now he's been gone five years,

the house is so quiet But I finally reached the very last

track

"My sweet girl, go live boldly..." (mmmmm) And I

press play and hear my father again

Time rolls backward as the tape wheels spin (yeah) He's singing through

the static, holding my hand Press play and hear my father again

"I won't be there to catch you when you fall,

But you've got the courage to stand through it all." (oh-oh-oh) His

voice fades out into the gentle hiss

But I still feel his warmth in a moment like this

I press play

and hear him again...

(hear him again)