Rough version of a song I've been writing for my dad.

Lyrics-
Sittin' next to my Dad on a descending airplane
We're staring down the city outside the window that eventually fades
Into a cloud and it's all white now
I see the home that he gave me and the stories therein found
Like once upon a time...

Basketball one game I saw you playing for the team
And though it's a little blurry, it left an impression on me
Oh I wanted to be just like you, just how I had seen
So you taught me everything about how to play clean
And how to hide when you don't

Rollerblades, oh what a surprise when we went out for a drive
You didn't say where to we would go, didn't let it on your face show
You tried to keep the magic alive till teenage sarcasm arrived
Then apart we did grow and those rollerblades did go
Into the garage sale pile

It was Bob Dylan, John Lennon, Paul McCartney and Ringo Star
It was George Harrison, Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
They put us both back together after being long apart
I learned to play guitar for the songs you played in the car

wirtten by Kyle Reid Copyright 2008 (less info)