He is riding on a horse
In my childhood memories
He's teaching me how to hold the reins
Or sometimes he is whistling
As he opens the garage
When it's time to mow the lawn
Or we're riding in his car
With the country station on

Sometimes he feels far away
When I am in my high school life
But he is standing in the back
With a camera to his eye
And I am in The Sound of Music
And he is there to be my fan
I am a nun like fifteen others
But he knows which one I am

Some say dads are not the same
And that they don't have tender hearts
And they are not for kissing bruises
They're here to play a different part
I don't know about other men
I only know what I can see
And I have seen my father's mighty tears
And I know they fall for me

These days I hold him close
Though we live so far apart
And most times a Sunday phone line
Connects the space between our hearts
I know he lives a complicated life
In this complicated world
But I hope he never will forget
That I am still his little girl