HE KNOWS HIS WAY FROM HERE

And he doesn't know I watch him
And the roads are pretty clear
If he turned around he'd see me
But he knows his way from here...

I took my son to school today but now he's nine he makes
The journey well enough alone from time to time
We share the dreams we dreamed last night, we talk about the future
I tell him as we part that he looks fine

And he doesn't know I watch him
And the roads are pretty clear
If he turned around he'd see me
But he knows his way from here...

And the questions just get harder and I do my level best
And the ones he chooses not to ask cut worse
His self-possession moves me, but tangled in my pride
Is the bright and cherished truth he was mine first

And he doesn't know I watch him
And the roads are pretty clear
If he turned around he'd see me
But he knows his way from here...

Sometimes I understand him so damn well it's ESP
The words he doesn't say ring loud and clear
The pattern I've held this far has served me pretty well
But I'm on my own when the map runs out next year

And he doesn't know I watch him
And the roads are pretty clear
If he turned around he'd see me
But he knows his way from here...