From the recording final draft.
Lyrics
You live through photos for me
That's all I can see of you
I'd give anything to see your face
In front of my face
But, that's not the way it's come to be
No, your mother don't want you here with me
But, Issi
I want to give you something to read
I want to give you something of me
I want to give you some kind of peace
Issi,
It wasn't that I wanted to be
A deadbeat dad that you'd never see
I want to be someone you need
But, you are growing older
It's plain to see
You're fine without me
And, I've got to admit
Your mother covered it
You couldn't ask for a better one
Issi
I want to give you something to read
I want to give you something of me
I want to give you some kind of peace
Issi,
It wasn't that I wanted to be
A deadbeat dad that you'd never see
I want to be someone you need
And everyday
I go to her page
To see the progress you've made
Now you're learning things
And, you communicate
And, you're laughing at the sounds she makes
Issi
I want to give you something to read
I want to give you something of me
I want to give you some kind of peace
Issi,
It wasn't that I wanted to be
A deadbeat dad that you'd never see
I want to be someone you need