I have a picture of your mother holding you
On a cinder block painted blue
You know you never came for this picture of you
Was it all that hard is it true

If I could find you I would
I’d apologize and make it good
I regret, don’t you know, for where I stood
I wish I could hold you if I could

These words I said I can’t undue
But I could spend my life saying they were never true
I never held you like I should
I wish I held you when I could