What’s that distance in your eyes?
Has your faith been compromised?
What can I do to help you sleep?
I’ll work hard and work for cheap
Sometimes it’s nothing but the way you’re wired
And that’s not your fault
We’re all struggling with the world on fire
And the fear we’re taught
Now you’ve lost another friend
Who couldn’t stay to see the end
He had somewhere else to be
Cut him down and burn the tree
There’s no shelter from the rain
And I can’t comprehend your pain
But I got arms and I got ears
And I will always be right here
Sometimes its nothing but the way you’re raised
And that could have been worse
And I see you suffering through the best of days
Still you’re putting me first
What do I do to let you know
That I’m not haunted by his ghost?
Let him dance around our room
Let him smell of your perfume
Share your best remember whens
If he comes through here again
Maybe he could make you laugh
Bring St. Peter’s autograph