What I wouldn't give for a burnt round of toast
And a cold cup of tea on the side
What I wouldn't give for a cardboard bar you mount
With a scribble that you'd written there inside
What I wouldn't give to stop those bannings hands
Saying, tell your dad you love him with a drill
Only reminds me of things I can't fix
And holes in my life I can't fill
Holes in my life I can't fill

One day waiting to hear from you, son
Thinking of us on a father's day gone
What I wouldn't give to tell you twenty times
To pick those towels up from the bathroom floor
What I wouldn't give for a burnt round of toast
And a cold cup of tea on the side
With a, hey dad can you come and take me home
And what I wouldn't give to hear your voice again
Even in another screaming fight
Silence reminds me of things I regret
And words set in anger and spite
What a Sunday waiting to hear from you, son
Thinking of us on Father's Day gone
What I wouldn't give for a hug you used to give
Before you grew and learned to pull away
To kick round a bowl with you, read in the bath to you
Wipe off the mud from your face
Your little hands used to linger in mine
Now all that I hold is a memory of Father's Day's gone
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