You were 9 when I first saw you, I had a feeling in my chest
That you and I would hit it off, That I could be my best
And I didn’t even know your name, ‚though you showed up at my door
And your mama, she didn’t have a clue
When you washed up at my shore
And the rest is history
Well I know I’m not your father and you may never call me that
But I’m the one to hold your hand, on who you can depend
I’ve seen your high and I’ve seen your low, and I know what makes you sad
I might never be your flesh and blood, But I’m something like dad
I can still remember everything, every single word you said
Our first tea and our first movie, when we played out in the back
Then you took me back to New York City
And showed me your old street, all those memories mean so much to me
Keep me standing on my feet
And the rest is history
Well I know your not my father, I may never call you that
But you’re the one to hold my hand, on who I can depend
You’ve seen my high and you’ve seen my low
and you know what makes me sad
You might never be my flesh and blood, but you’re much more than that
I’ll be there to catch you when you fall
when your world is spinning wild
when there’s no one else to call
Feel my hand it’s on your shoulder
Even now as you are getting older
I will always be right there
Well I know I’m not your father and you may never call me that
But I’m the one to hold your hand, the one who understands you
You’ve seen my high and you’ve seen my low
and you know what makes me sad
I might never be your flesh and blood
I might never be your flesh and blood
we’re much more than that
©WORDS & MUSIC by LANNY LANNER