| His footprints are fading away from the beach |
| We’re not a family to pray or to preach |
| But daddy’s best friend took a handful of pills |
| and now he’s at a podium making a speech |
| Yesterday night after dark |
| He carefully wrote his remarks |
| But everyone said what he put on his page |
| so he threw it way and went straight from the heart |
| I thought this was a party |
| But all my friends are leaving |
| And I still want to play |
| You wrecked me when you stepped out |
| Cause you’re the wounded healer |
| And you’re supposed to stay |
| A year’s a bottle in a bucket of trash |
| It’ll tip over the more that it stacks |
| Didn’t notice it till now |
| but dad’s been moving slower every time we play go play catch |
| I’m scared of the day when he’ll carry a cane |
| I carry his dream |
| I carry his name |
| And when papa is gone he will never be gone |
| because the sound of our sneeze is the same |
| God bless I Hear your voice |
| In mine |
| I want to stop time |
| Like a carnival ride |
| Because |
| I don’t know what I’m saying but I mean it |