Testo Babies [The In Between]

A baby in a restaurant So tiny her head fit into her father's hand And as he looked into her eyes she smiled Not bothered by the loudness of the live rock n' roll band And as I watched them both I longed to cradle you in my arms again All I could really think of was That I longed to hold my babies A little later that same night A child of eight or nine entered the dining room She had the pale, poetic grace [of the age] She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closing And as I watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs to Sleep All that I was thinking was That I wanted to hold my babies Looking at phootgraphs Watching you grow before my eyes Remembering the moments the instant Before the camera saw them And as I smile at all the times we shared, I'm reminded of all the in between Christ, how I miss you, both then and now, my babies I longed to hold you in my arms, to know you're by my side To feel your little hands in mine, to look into trusting eyes I longed to be your Daddy, felt guilty for not being there for you Oh, how I miss you, my babies