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He was sitting beside me in the passenger seat |
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As I looked through the windshield at the quiet little street |
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He was smiling so proud as he gave me the key |
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But inside, I knew he was as nervous as me |
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And I said, daddy, oh daddy, are you sure I know how |
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Are you sure that I'm ready to drive this car now |
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He said, I'm right here beside you, and you're gonna do fine |
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All you gotta do is keep it between the lines |
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'Cause it's a long narrow road |
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Only the good Lord knows where it leads in the end, but you got to begin |
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So, keep your hands on the wheel, believe in the things that are real |
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Just take your time, and keep it between the lines |
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I was sitting in my chair and sneaking a look at him |
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Lying on the floor with his coloring book |
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Then he caught me watching, and he climbed on my knee |
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He said, daddy, oh daddy, would you do one with me |
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Then I hugged him so tightly as we turned the page |
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Said, I haven't done this since I was your age |
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He said, I'm right here beside you, and you're gonna do fine |
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Daddy, all you gotta do is keep it between the lines |
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So we finished the picture, and I put him to bed |
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Got down on my knees and I bowed my head |
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And I said, father, oh father, I feel so alone |
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Are you sure I can raise him with his mommy gone |
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Then the answer came back so gentle and low |
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And words of my daddy from so long ago |
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Said, I'm right here beside you, and you're gonna do fine |
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All you gotta do is keep it between the lines |
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So keep your hands on the wheel, believe in the things that are real |
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Take your time, and keep it between the lines |
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Just take your time, and keep it between the lines |
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Just take your time, and keep it between the lines |
