my

fa-

ther

had

de-

men-

tia

he

lied

in

bed

for

months

once

in

a

while

he’d

call

me

and

ask

me

to

fly

down

I

told

him

that

I’d

love

to

but

I

had

things

to

do

and

so

he

died

with-

out

his

son

I

heard

a-

bout

it

drunk

af-

ter

a

show

my

moth-

er

bat-

tled

can-

cer

for

o-

ver

sev-

en

years

I

nursed

her

and

I

held

her

when

time

was

run-

ning

out

the

night

be-

fore

she

left

me

I

drank

scotch

all

night

and

thanked

her

for

eve-

ry-

thing

she’d

done

rais-

ing

me

a-

lone

was

n’t

much

fun

so

dad

I

can

for-

give

you

but

I’ll

nev-

er

for-

get

months

I

would

n’t

see

you

and

when

I

did

you’d

be

out

with

your

friends

all

night

a-

lone

and

on-

ly

nine

I

watched

the

out-

er

lim-

its

scared

out

of

my

mind

I

won-

der

if

you

felt

the

same

the

days

be-

fore

you

died

I

won-

der

if

you

e-

ven

knew

why

I

would

n’t

come

a-

round

I

bet

if

you

had

been

there

there

would

n’t

be

this

song

two

thou-

sand

six

good-

bye

par-

ents

for

once

I

am

sin-

cere

two

thou-

sand

six

that

was

my

or-

phan

year