I remember how rough your hand felt on mine on my wedding day. And the tears cried on my shoulder I couldn't turn away. Well so much has happened to me that I don't understand. All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach tracing your footprints in the sand. Trying to walk like a man. By Our Lady Of The Roses we lived in the shadow of the elms. I remember ma draggin' me and my sister up the street to the church whenever she heard those wedding bells. Well would they ever look so happy again the handsome groom and his bride. As they stepped into that long black limousine for their mystery ride. Well tonight you step away from me and alone at the alter I stand. And as I watch my bride coming down the aisle I pray for the strength to walk like a man. Well now the years have gone and I've grown from that seed you've sown. But I didn't think there'd be so many steps I'd have to learn on my own. Well I was young and I didn't know what to do. When I saw your best steps stolen away from you. Now I'll do what I can. I'll walk like a man. And I'll keep on walkin'.