The reproach in your daughter's most beautiful face 
made me wonder just how she could know 
of that something that happened between you and me 
so much more than a long time ago 
 
Her mother, I can see, lives within her still 
cause she looked at me with her eyes 
though I had only just met her right then 
I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise 
 
Did i break the thread, or did you break the thread? 
well at this point we could ask who cares 
as for the promises broken and frayed 
it's 19 years late for repairs 
 
The grey pewter vase held the deep red rose, 
one piece of coral shone white, 
by the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat, 
is everything I can recall of one night 
 
Will you please tell me why I remember these things 
after all of this time, I don't know 
i must have left all those feelings inside  
cause that year I had no courage to show 
 
Was i the name you could never pronounce? 
or did i even figure at all? 
all of this happened before she was born 
did i shadow her young pencil marks on the wall 
 
Still i am sure i was only but one 
of a number who darkened that door 
of your home and your hearth and your family and wife 
who'd been darkened so often before 
 
Oh, the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone 
to each other, they know what they mean 
somewhere, their future is still yet to come  
in ways that are yet as of now unforeseen