Go Ask Your Mother

That is what I should have said.
But this time she asked her dad.
I guess she realized the answer.
Cause her mother was a dancer.

Dance to the same old song her.
Not that it should really matter.
Would I know if my son asked?
Depend how the dice was cast?

Like pulled a scab on my brain.
When it was that derailed train.
She really think I would dance?
Or did mother tell per romance?

Of course, I really didn't know.
I have often wondered though.
Hard thing to know own mind.
And those times I crossed line.

I was surprised she changed it.
Either way I wanted to accept.
Because she was my daughter.
And this time I was her father.