Preschool Days Lyrics
| Song | Preschool Days |
| Artist | Dogwood |
| Album | Reverse, Then Forward Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dogwood | |
| All the things I've seen couldn't prepare me | |
| For what I was about to experience | |
| As a little boy, growing up in a world | |
| Made for all the big kids and the big toys | |
| Sometimes I'd sit around and wait | |
| Play with my toy cars | |
| Until the wheels would turn no more | |
| Then I'd think to myself | |
| "Is my dad's car coming home? | |
| Or will this be another night | |
| My mom, my brother and I | |
| Tucking ourselves in?" | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| I remember all the times that mom cried | |
| My brother stayed strong by her side | |
| And I stand and wonder why | |
| There was three when there should be four | |
| Maybe my dad got lost driving home | |
| But then again it wouldn't make sense | |
| I feel all alone | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| So where has he been? | |
| He's running out of time | |
| I haven't heard from him | |
| And I hope he's doing fine | |
| Money cannot buy | |
| Years of missing them | |
| Daddy gave it up | |
| The kids forgave him | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days |
| zuo ci : Dogwood | |
| All the things I' ve seen couldn' t prepare me | |
| For what I was about to experience | |
| As a little boy, growing up in a world | |
| Made for all the big kids and the big toys | |
| Sometimes I' d sit around and wait | |
| Play with my toy cars | |
| Until the wheels would turn no more | |
| Then I' d think to myself | |
| " Is my dad' s car coming home? | |
| Or will this be another night | |
| My mom, my brother and I | |
| Tucking ourselves in?" | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| I remember all the times that mom cried | |
| My brother stayed strong by her side | |
| And I stand and wonder why | |
| There was three when there should be four | |
| Maybe my dad got lost driving home | |
| But then again it wouldn' t make sense | |
| I feel all alone | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| So where has he been? | |
| He' s running out of time | |
| I haven' t heard from him | |
| And I hope he' s doing fine | |
| Money cannot buy | |
| Years of missing them | |
| Daddy gave it up | |
| The kids forgave him | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days |
| zuò cí : Dogwood | |
| All the things I' ve seen couldn' t prepare me | |
| For what I was about to experience | |
| As a little boy, growing up in a world | |
| Made for all the big kids and the big toys | |
| Sometimes I' d sit around and wait | |
| Play with my toy cars | |
| Until the wheels would turn no more | |
| Then I' d think to myself | |
| " Is my dad' s car coming home? | |
| Or will this be another night | |
| My mom, my brother and I | |
| Tucking ourselves in?" | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| I remember all the times that mom cried | |
| My brother stayed strong by her side | |
| And I stand and wonder why | |
| There was three when there should be four | |
| Maybe my dad got lost driving home | |
| But then again it wouldn' t make sense | |
| I feel all alone | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days | |
| So where has he been? | |
| He' s running out of time | |
| I haven' t heard from him | |
| And I hope he' s doing fine | |
| Money cannot buy | |
| Years of missing them | |
| Daddy gave it up | |
| The kids forgave him | |
| I learned my alphabet to spell dad | |
| How quickly dad turned to sad | |
| My preschool days | |
| And the rest of my life | |
| My mother did the best she could | |
| My brother stayed strong as he stood | |
| A father figure to me | |
| My preschool days |
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