Everyone agrees it too soon It was only to be an intersection You kept fear of death in the back pocket of your In the of your hand, affection
It came like a sudden gust of Leaving them to ask how I recall last we met you said we'd meet again The irony is only now
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your lest it die For this your sons and gather with us at the table To form a healing for our new demise
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can Add them to the we all draw in our minds body gone, we shall keep the man
I my eyes and hope they do not fade These remnants of a voice and of a of landscape cloaked in forest green Like your life mile by mile
A embrace, a word of thanks A cheerful whistle and in a van Somehow these must bring back the man you were Though the ocean your ashes on the sand
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" want to touch your spirit lest it die For this sons and widow gather with us at the table To form a healing circle for our new
These everyone cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the quickly as I can Add them to the portrait we all draw in our Your body gone, we shall the man
days everyone cries, "Say uncle" They want to touch your spirit it die For this your sons and gather with us at the table To form a healing for our new demise
These days cries, "Say uncle" I retrieve the memories as I can And add them to the we all draw in our minds Your body gone, we shall the man