Well it's all a part of growing up I guess
To watch your flesh and blood lay down to rest
It's the kind of thing that puts a boy to the test
And makes a man out of the pieces that are left
There's a ghost in the garden
There's a spirit in the hall
There's a love that I still feel
In your picture on the wall
In my mother's eyes
In the sound when she cries
When the wind blows over Lackland
It's you that's on my mind
When my baby cousin speaks
And accordions play
When I work til I can't walk
Then do it all again the next day
But I'd give anything
For one more conversation
Just to listen a little harder
And to pay more attention
I'd hold you a little longer
Each time I said goodbye
I'd play my music for you
Everytime you'd stop by
Cause Time is ever fading
Corrupting and erasing
Chasing down the memory
Of another generation
I'll never see you wave goodbye again from the front porch of your house
Or watch you watch novelas from across the room on your couch
And I'll never get to say goodbye again
No I'll never get to say goodbye again
No I'll never get to say goodbye again