Some days you aimed high Some you just couldn't try Some days were golden Sunday morning Homeless church in the park I watched you joined them And you could be great Your father's records Gave you hope for a while But you're just maintaining Then on some days You see the sun hit the sky When it's raining And you could be great All the songs you learned how to play You still play them by heart I wonder what your old self would say If you could see you know The past is a record A silent case on the shelf Don't always notice When the mood strikes You pick one out and it plays And it's golden And you could be great