Molly
(lyrics by Dave Withers)

She took it down from the shelf
saw the picture of herself
when the man within the frame
was her father

However many years ago
a wind began to stow away the treasures
and time will kill and race
and turn another page
but it won't retrace

Molly you miss your dad
that you never really had
Molly you mis your dad
who called it off
Molly you miss your dad

And even in this pretty frame
his picture fades
And even in your memories
he goes away
every day he goes away

Molly you miss your dad
that you never really had
Molly you miss your dad
who called it off
Molly you miss your dad

Every day he goes away
... And you might just find your words