....but you're just not there.
Every now and then I remember when
those times we shared, we cared, we dared.
And even though you're not here
I see you in my mind so clear.
Most days it brings a smile, some days a big ol' tear.
As this crazy life keeps keeping on
and we all dance to our own song,
I find myself searching this crowded throng
of people for a glimpse of you....
a glimpse of you....
a glimpse of you....
a glimpse of you.
I don't want mounds of silver and gold.
I don't want heaps of treasures untold.
I don't want to drive a big fancy car.
I don't want to travel either near or far.
I don't want to try to hang the moon.
I don't want to be called home too soon.
I don't want to conquer this world.
I just want my little boy and my little girl.
I just want to shake my dad's hand,
hug him tight and say, "I understand."
I just want to share a beer
with my friends who can't be near.
I just want a little more time
to spend with you....
to spend with you....
to spend with you....
to spend with you....
to spend with you....
What I Want
by stu pidasso
1Sept2010
