The Wheels on the Bus

You Belong Among the Wildflowers

I Against I

Leader of the Band

I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom, when it came my time to go.
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don’t think i said ’i love you’ near enough.

The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument, and his song is in my soul.
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I’m just a living legacy, to the leader of the band. -DF