I remember dreams my father had   And how I saw them slip through his hands   I never thought of him as a broken man   But there is sorrow behind his laugh      Thirty, forty, fifty years   And a lifetime of tears   We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up   Thirty, forty, fifty years   And a lifetime of fears   We gotta wake up, we gotta wake up      I remember things my mother said   That at that time didn't make much sense   She never spoke of disappointments   But behind her eyes, I see regret      In the shadow of our parents' dreams   In the shadows, we no longer sleep