When the Bow Is Pulled - Geoff Bartley

    Here's a tape that I made in a motel
    and a notebook that I kept off and on
    here's a picture of me with a rubber nose
    and another one of you as a boy
    You're as tall as I am already
    whatever happened to all those years?
    I don't have enough souvenirs...

    When the bow is pulled...
    and the arrow flies...
    and a father's love...
    leaps in my eyes...

    Here's a jacket I've been saving in the attic for you
    and a stone from that cave beneath the hill
    here's a shoebox of my worn-out harmonicas
    and a top from that zoo in Saint Paul
    Sometimes I see your eyes in my mirror
    and I drift out where the waters are deep
    everything I will keep...

    [Repeat Chorus]

    I never really understood what I was doing
    and I'm still not quite sure how I feel
    miracle boy will you take after me
    you just couldn't be more real
    So remember these bow and arrow days
    they will seem pretty good later on
    like the day when you were born...

    [Repeat Chorus]

    © 1985 by Geoff Bartley


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