Stationed by your bedside
For another day
Tell me all of your secrets
Before you pass away
Tell ya I don't feel special
Looking back on my life
Late nights and wasted
On Vicodin
Saw you there on the Friday
Then Saturday came
How was life as an artist
Making minimum wage
Spending time with all your kids
With no dime to waste
It's so easy to be sorry
Crawling under your skin
I don't talk much about it
Where do I begin
Stationed by your bedside
Before you pass away
Now you fuel the fire
You contribute to the light
To everyplace in the world
Now you step on the clouds
And view the seas
You are one with the stars
As you find peace