Written For My Dad

I can hear what they are saying
But it doesn’t seem right
So I’ll sit over here
And just keep myself quiet

I did put it on right,
The label’s just here
Oh, that goes at the back, does it?
<<sigh>> oh dear

He sees a young woman
And remembers his bride
How you doing today dad, she says
As she walks on inside

I’m hungry and thirsty
Need the nurse to be fed
And she talks to him gently
Of the day they were wed

I’m watching the football,
I’m watching the game
I can see them all playing
But it’s not quite the same

No I don’t know the day today
I don’t know the year
Can’t you tell me instead?
No – don’t cry, please – don’t fear

My life on a list
In the palm of my hand
Unfolded and opened
I just don’t understand

I don’t want to do it
Don’t make me
I wont !!!
What are all these things,
That must go down my throat?

They come and they go now
Their faces I know
They come and they go now
Where to I don’t know

I can hear gentle talking
Quiet laughs in the room
So very familiar
It reminds me of home

It s dark now. I’m tired
But I don’t want to go
But I love you all deeply
And I know that you know

Your touches, your whispers
Each gentle caress
Tells me that you love me
But now I must rest

And now Dad is gone
Life is not quite the same
But the loves still inside us
And will always remain