Song for Our Fathers

God called my papa, and he hung up quick

he started starring at his watch and counting every single tick

He was gonna die, and knew it, but he couldn't handle it,

so he began to drink because he thinks it might dismantle it

it made him seem angry, and you could see confusion

in the eyes of disillusion, as the struggle meets diffusion

He couldn't eat, he always slept, and looked just like a skeleton.

morphine dreams to ease up on things they're telling him

nobody needed to be reminded of the silence

we were walking on egg shells, and speaking pseudoscience

like we ever had clue, but no one really knew

what he was going through, only that we needed help to make it

I feel like it was worth a smile even when we faked it

it's time for your last trip papa where should we take it

he drew his final mast then threw out a long cast

and returned to the sea where he was free be at last

god gave us gift, but only under one condition

we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen

if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes

but that what just another little fib from a big kid

who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me

when I need it the most, the edge is getting close

I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end

for a father and his child running wild till they transcend

Drowning, and I don't think that I can catch breathe

as the years stack up I feel surrounded by death

another mother has no husband, no one to help our cousins

how we gonna let her know how much we really loved him

tell her we wont forget him, and we're lucky to have met him

no one else could ever take his place or be better brace

father to his daughter, a teacher not preacher

who'd have know this year that we would see a double feature

I feel like a bastard cause a I never took it serious,

I tired to give them laughter, but it ended with the pastor

how amazing is the grace? and is he really hearing this

as puddles cover every face the silence fills up every place,

stammering and clambering about what they should get

as the greed overcomes the need to pay your respect

I feel we never did him justice, I was born to bust this

if you're still in touch with us then smile as we crush this

god gave us gift, but only under one condition

we gotta give him back when we're all finished in the kitchen

if you fry me fish I promise that I'll do the dishes

but that what just another little fib from a big kid

who's gonna be proud of me, now who's gonna shout at me

when I need it the most, the edge is getting close

I never said goodbye, but I don't think that it's the end

for a father and his child running wild till they transcend