Nickleback - Too Bad

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 called the house 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 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 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. No time, last one, let's go.