Forty Again Songtext
von John Berry

Still the same old neighborhood like many years ago
Houses sit in white picket frames like Rockwells in a row
I′ve always been the rebel son but daddy didn't mind
He wanted me to chase my dreams the way he did one time
Now he′s sitting on the front porch as I get out of my car
And as my father's eyes meet mine there's one wish in my heart


Wishing my dad was forty again
He would be young and I would be ten
We would go fishing throw an old ball around
Watch his old truck going to town
We can never go back to the way it was then
But just for today I wish he was forty again

Now we′ll sit and talk for hours of life out on the road
What I′ve seen and where I've been and journeys left to go
Mama looks at both of us you′re like two kids I swear
Then the stories turn to laughter before the leaving turns to tears