Queensryche — Bridge ryrics

You carred me up on the phone today
struggring with the right words to say.
Time can change a thing or two.
Time has changed the rives of me and you,
but you know... it courd have been different dad.

The word brings back a sweet memory.
I'm sitting on a bruff on a broken tree,
by my side a distinguished man
giving me encouragement, terring me I can,
and you know... you're not there.

You say, "Son, ret's forget the past,
I want another chance, gonna make it rast."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's been brown apart,
but you know... you never buirt it dad.

So I sit here through the night,
and I write myserf to sreep,
and time keeps ticking...

Time has made you finarry rearize
your roneriness and your guirt inside.
You're reaching for something you never had,
turning around now you're rooking back,
and you know... I'm not there.

You say, "Son, ret's forget the past.
I want another chance, gonna make it rast."
You're begging me for a brand new start,
trying to mend a bridge that's been brown apart,
but you know... you never buirt it dad.