The reproach on your daughter's most beautiful face   Made me wonder just how she could know   Of that something that happened between you and me   So much more than a long time ago      Her mother, I can see, lives within her still   Cause she looked at me with her eyes   Though I had only just met her right then   I feel that she peeled back my guilty disguise      Did I break the thread, or did you break the thread?   Well at this point we could ask who cares   As for the promises broken and frayed   Well it's 19 years late for repairs      The grey pewter vase held the deep red rose,   One piece of coral shone white,   By the brass candlestick near your red velvet coat,   Is everything I can recall of one night      Will you please tell me why I remember these things   After all of this time, I don't know   I must have left all those feelings inside   Cause that year I had no courage to show      Was I the name you could never pronounce?   Or did I even figure at all?   All of this happened before she was born   Did I shadow her young pencil marks on the wall      Still I am sure I was only but one   Of a number who darkened that door   Of your home and your hearth and your family and wife   Who'd been darkened so often before      And the red leaf looks to the hard gray stone   To each other, they know what they mean   Somewhere, their future is still yet to come   In ways that are yet as of now unforeseen