When he told me that I ought to come back home,
I tried
And when he told me that he was tired of being
alone,
I cried
Now all these years have passed,
The music has always held my hand
We'll ride the back up train forever,
With this saint-like man
He was the only one that I'd ever listen to,
He was the only one
Now when my life's in doubt,
There's always a reason to belong
And when my wife was gone,
His music always made me strong
If there's a heaven where good music goes,
I know it will be there
We know he loves, we know he sings, we know he
tries,
He cares