| I know all your life you wondered
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| About that great step we all take alone
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| How far does the spirit travel on the journey?
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| You must surely be near Heaven
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| And it thrills me to the bone
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| To know daddy knows the great unknown
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| My Father’s Chair still standing there
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| All alone since the long night
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| Now it’s three years on and I still feel
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| He’ll come home, we’ll be alright
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| So where’s this healing time brings
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| I was told the pain would ease
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| But it still hurts like the first night
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| That night my brother, my mother and I
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| Were looking up at a distant star
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| And wishing we could reach that far
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| And back in the house
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| And alone for the first time
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| We told each other we cared
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| And I avoided My Father’s Chair
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| I watch my family, we hold on
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| We are strong and we’ll be alright
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| The clock continues counting down, all the while
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| And every child will share the long night
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| But do the spirits meet again
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| Why am I still so filled with doubt
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| Is my soul everlasting
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| And the far distant future
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| When I knew you’d be gone
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| Came too fast and stays too long
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| Why do they leave the weak of spirit
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| And take the strong
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| When the world turns sour
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| And I get sick from the smell
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| And I can’t find no comfort there
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| I climb into My Father’s Chair |