(Springfield)
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My father's chair's 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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We 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,
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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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But wherein 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
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My Father's Chair
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| Rick Springfield |
