Stories like how you said you knew your father would look to findYou sitting by the parkway just before your flightBefore there was a cell phone he found you fineAnd in my mindI always picture this to be in black and whiteImages recapturing a simple timeBefore the world had lost her way into the nightMarionYour hands are on my shouldersThough we've never met'cause your daughter is now olderShe is dancing inYour long white dressMarionHere I amI feel your heart is beating right through her handsGiving all the love I couldn't understandAs you were gone before I ever had a chanceThough it won't lastWe're separated by the present and the pastI feel as if I felt your grace just for a danceA second chance to understand the life you hadMarionYour hands are on my shouldersThough we've never met'cause your daughter is now olderShe is dancing inYour long white dressMarion MarionYour hands are on my shouldersThough we've never met'cause your daughter is now olderShe is dancing inYour long white dressMarion