It just happened again: I wanted to call you up, I wanted your opinion about something,
It's funny how I valued it so little before, and now that I can't have it I value it more,
Why didn't God let me know? - I could have pleaded your case,
With Christmas around the corner, he'd have seen it was bad timing and in poor taste,
But he didn't ask me and I didn't know it was your time to go.
Couldn't curse, couldn't cry, couldn't crawl,
Threw my hands up in the face of it all,
So, this is what it's like to be the child of a man who's dead and gone.
We'll, the next time I see him it'll be in a different light,
When we look at each other, all we'll see is what's right,
And if I am indeed my father's crown, I will lay my body down at the feet of my saviour and I will sing forever with the perfection my father so desired,
Every note in tune, every rhythm flawless...
