What were you thinking'
I got a right to ask.
Is there a reason,
Other than your past'
A great pretender.
Why was I the last
To see through your skin'
Is there a chance you'll change'

It's always the same.
You're always to blame.
Is there any way around this
I can't see'
You walked out on her.
You planned to be free.
I'm trying not to point the finger,
But it's killing me.

What were you thinking'
Were you thinking of me'
Did you see what they wrote
On the family tree'
I know it's over,
All in the past.
I need to forgive you
If I'm to last - will I ever change'

It's always the same.
You're always to blame.
Is there any way around this
I can't see'
You walked out on her.
You planned to be free.
I'm trying not to point the finger,
But it's killing me.

It's always the same.
You're always to blame.
Is there any way around this
I can't see'
You walked out on her.
You planned to be free.
I'm trying not to point the finger...

Take these pieces
Thrown away.
Put them together from
Night 'n' day.
Washed by the sun,
Dried by the rain
To be my Father
In the fatherless days.

By Peter Furler, Phil Joel