Ray Weaver

Lyrics

Pickin’ Katie up from school on a rainy afternoon.
When dad pulled in behind the buses she was standin’ all alone
he caught her eye as she climbed in and said, “Baby, how was your day?”
Then he saw Katie’s tears as she turned away.

They’ve had their share of days like this since she started middle school.
These days it’s hard to remember what is and isn’t cool.
He’s tried to do the best he can since Katie’s mom passed away,
God knows he felt so helpless, when he heard her sad voice say,

“Why don’t they like me, daddy?
I never seem to fit in, no matter how I try.”
He wishes he could find the word to take away her fears,
He wants to give her wings to fly through her Fragile Years.

Back at home, Katie ran inside, dad went out into the garage,
found a dusty high school yearbook, Northeast 1985.
He found a picture of a skinny boy with braces on his teeth, big old glasses with tape on the nose, and said “Katie, look at me.”
Katie laughed out loud and said, “Daddy, that can’t be you!”
He said, “Baby, I just wanted you to know, I know what you’re goin’ through.”

“Why don’t they like me, daddy?
I never seem to fit in, no matter how I try.”
Somedays he shares her laughter, some nights he dries her tears
He wants to give her wings to fly through her Fragile Years.

They laughed at that old book, ‘til it was time to tuck her in.
He was so glad to see her smile at pictures of her mom again.
He turned off the light and said, “Hey, tomorrow’s another day.”
She said, “If my mom could love a nerd like you, I’m gonna be OK.”

“Why don’t they like me, daddy?
I never seem to fit in, no matter how I try.”
Bittersweet as childhood ends and a woman's face appears
He wants to give her wings to fly through her Fragile Years.





© 2002 Ray Weaver