Dear Bloomer
I don't believe in destiny
And I guess I don't believe in luck
I just put my faith in time
I just put my time in us
Cross my fingers, hope my timing doesn't suck
When you get older I'ma tell you 'bout your momma
About the goof she was before you came along
And how we couldn't make it work
And how I acted like a jerk
When we first met, yeah we surely did it wrong
Yeah that first time around's not even worth a song
But now we've grown a bit
And you, sweet catalyst
Can learn a thing or two from it
You can't hold love in your hands
And you can never run out
You could spend your time trying to find the right one
Or you could spend that time trying to get right
Dear Bloomer
Sometimes I wonder if you'll hate me
When you figure out I haven't got a clue
And I hope that you'll forgive me
Like your mother tends to do
Like I now forgive my parents
Every time I parent you
And no, I'm not your father
No I never thought that I'd be raising someone else's kid
But I will love you like
The Giving Tree loves the boy
And praise you like the spider does the pig
You can't hold love in your hands
And you can never run out
You could spend your time trying to find the right one
Or you could spend that time trying to get right
You can't hold love in your hands
And you can never run out
You could spend your time trying to find the right one
Or you could spend your time trying to get right
Dear Bloomer
I feel you raising me, changing me, distilling me
And I guess I'm just so relieved to see
The footprints of my selfishness, the driftwood of my pride
The ghost of something broken floating out in a 38-year tide
You can't hold love in your hands
And you can never run out
You could spend your time trying to find the right one
Or you could spend that time trying to get right
You can't hold love in your hands
And you can never run out
You could spend your time trying to find the right one
Or you could spend your time trying to get right