In the morning i was comforted
watching you from bed
rushing off to catch your bus
and kissing my forehead

while i was busy making plans
you held my life in your hands

was it so long ago
when there was a family close?
and i have been holding on
all alone, all along
but maybe you're gone
and maybe my family slipped away

frozen here like mona lisa
with a painted smile
balls and caps and crayon drawings
thrown into a pile

they no longer make the bed
all these children in my head

i am a father, sons

and you are the holy ghosts
and this is a lonely road
i've been on, all along
now maybe you're gone
maybe my family slipped away

the normal life passed me by
what sort of life do you desire?

maybe one day
walking your dog
you'll see me
on the lonely boulevard
you'll stop me
we'll have a drink
to when at 10 you loved me

time can bring us down
but while i'm still standing up
i swear to you, i vow to you
you got me wrong
and now i'm gone