Lyrics

there he sits a lonely lad
sipping on scotch as he things of his dad
all the things they use to do
baseball and fishing to just name a few

there were days when the rain would fall
jumping, sliding, mud covered all
taking time, these few words he would call
come on, my boy, come spend some time with your dad

laughing, playing, running on circles of land
chasing, hiding, wishing the time would not end
giving, loving, passing the years of his life
knowing one day he would remember this time

smiling as he reminices
wiping a tear for his father he misses
knowing that they'll meet again
feeling the comfort this won't be the end