| Fathers hands were lined with dirt | 
| From long days in the field | 
| And mothers hands are serving meals | 
| In a cafe on Main Street | 
| With mouths to feed | 
| Just trying to keep clothing on our backs | 
| And all I hear about is | 
| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad | 
| It’s too bad, it’s too bad | 
| Too late, so wrong, so long | 
| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind | 
| Let’s walk, let’s talk | 
| Let’s talk | 
| You left without saying goodbye | 
| Although I’m sure you tried | 
| You call and ask from time to time | 
| To make sure we’re alive | 
| But you weren’t there | 
| Right when I’m needing you the most | 
| And now I dream about it | 
| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad | 
| It’s too bad, it’s too bad | 
| Too late, so wrong, so long | 
| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind | 
| Let’s walk, let’s talk | 
| Let’s talk | 
| Father’s hands are lined with guilt | 
| For tearing us apart | 
| Guess it turned out in the end | 
| Just look at where we are | 
| Made it out, still got clothing on our backs | 
| And now I scream about it | 
| How it’s so bad, it’s so bad | 
| It’s too bad, it’s too bad | 
| Too late, so wrong, so long | 
| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind | 
| Let’s walk, let’s talk | 
| Let’s talk | 
| It’s too bad, it’s too bad | 
| Too late, so wrong, so long | 
| It’s too bad that we had no time to rewind | 
| Let’s walk, let’s talk | 
| Let’s talk | 
| No time, last one, let’s go |