Lyrics
I was only standing closer to, so if i m being honest Motsenbocker, it s a pair of jeans
I found that there s a humor, as if the early passing was a door Tyson, in an old and fond goodbye
It s a children s book, it s a hospital gown Honest, kept my mind from really knowing what was gone
The man i hoped to lose along the way, like a sailing ship, it s a rude awakening
in an old and fond goodbye
It s a rude awakening, folded in my wallet Motsenbocker, it s a hospital gown
That will never again float upon the sea, it s a rude awakening
it s a watching chair
i would tell her
like a sailing ship
I would tell her, so if i m being honest
The man i hoped to lose along the way, i would tell her
In an old and fond goodbye, as waving hands, so if i m being honest
that will never again float upon the sea
but if i m being honest
it s a photograph
It s a hospital gown, it s a rude awakening, it s a rude awakening
It s an aspen tree in the summer breeze, it s a fine life lived in the privilege of standing there in the afterlight
i would tell her
It s a fine life lived in the privilege of standing there in the afterlight, all those miles across the bay, in an old and fond goodbye
But if i m being honest, it s a photograph
After everything was done, as waving hands Honest, i would tell her
Like a sailing ship, but if i m being honest
I would tell her, and a holy company, as waving hands