Nickel Back Too Bad

Fathers hands were lined with dirt From long days in the field And mothers hands are serving meals In a cafe on Main Street With mouths to feed Just trying to keep clothing on our backs And all I hear about is How it s so bad, it s so bad It s too bad, it s too bad Too late, so wrong, so long It s too bad that we had no time to rewind Let s walk, let s talk You left without saying goodbye Although I m sure you tried You call the house from time to time To make sure we re alive But you weren t there Right