Your mom and I, we’re counting down,
The days until that joyful sound.
When you turn the two of us to three.

It was time I guess, and heaven knew,
And decided then to give us you.
God must know some things we just can’t see.

All we are, we are.
Who we’ll be, we’ll be.
Love and hurt, doubt and trust,
Welcome to being one of us.

Your mother, well, she’s strong and steady,
Southern drawl and good lord, she’s pretty,
She’s better than anything I dreamed.

Honestly, I’m scared to death,
I’ll breathe at last at your first breath.
Everything you want, I’ll try to be.

All we are, we are.
Who we’ll be, we’ll be.
Love and hurt, doubt and trust,
Welcome to being one of us.

As for you, we’re soon to see,
A room of blue or maybe pink.
Mama’s brown or daddy’s dirty blonde.

Whoever you turn out to be,
You’re forever part of me.
You turned me to a father from a son.

All we are, you are.
Who we’ll be, you’ll be.
Love and hurt, doubt and trust,
Welcome to being one of us.