Sortering Like Dad Songtext
von More than Words

You were 9 when I first saw you
I had a feeling in my chest
That you and I would hit it off
That I could be my best
And I didn′t even know your name
'Though you showed up at my door
And your mama, she didn′t have a clue
When you washed up at my shore
And the rest is history

Well I know I'm not your father and
You may never call me that
But I'm the one to hold your hand
On who you can depend
I′ve seen your high and
I′ve seen your low and
I know what makes you sad
I might never be your flesh and blood
But I'm something like dad


I can still remember everything
Every single word you said
Our first tea and our first movie
When we played out in the back
Then you took me back to New York City
And you showed me your old street
All those memories mean so much to me
Keep me standing on my feet
And the rest is history

Well I know you′re not my father
I may never call you that
But you're the one to hold my hand
On who I can depend
You′ve seen my high and
You've seen my low
And you know what makes me sad
You might never be my flesh and blood
But you′re much more than that

I'll be there to catch you when you fall
When your world is spinning wild
When there's no one else to call
No one else to call
Feel my hand it′s on your shoulder
Even now as you are getting older
I will always be right there


Well I know I′m not your father and
You may never call me that
But I'm the one to hold your hand
The one who understands you
You′ve seen my high and you've seen my low
And you know what makes me sad
I might never be your flesh and blood
I might never be your flesh and blood
I might never be your flesh and blood
We′re much more than that...