The Vase

There's a feeling I'll always have with me

I could never climb a tree

I'd never hike, camp or fly a kite

But that was alright with me

There are some things I'll always think about

Waking up early made me pout

Poor mom and dad, I used to make 'em sweat

To get me out of bed

(refrão)

But pictures linger on and it seems like yesterday

Remember, Gus, when I had that sorbet?

And I'll never forget my mother's face

When I broke that vase…

There's an image that I'll never erase

Mom and dad glueing the pieces back in place

And I could tell from my three years of age

That people still love you

Even if you break the vase