Well I found an old photograph of you
in some boxes that I thought were gone
and seeing your face made me replace
the notion that I had moved on--
And its foolish to talk to a memory,
but it helps me believe in a way
that Im not crazy for askin you questions,
that you hear every word that I say--
So I ask you what you would tell me
when I get to Heaven's doors
And it could be the wind or the emotion
I'm in,but I swear that you've answered
before--
And you said...
I'll tell you how proud I am of you
How you look just like your father
and how tall you have grown. And I'll
hold you like I used to while you slept
on those long winter car rides from
Boston to home. Then I'll tell you that
I love your music and then I'll say that
the apple don't fall far from the tree
Then I'll tell you that you've done
everything right to become the man I knew
you would be--
And those words still echo inside me
like a scream in a large empty home
where the things that are said come
back from the dead at times when you
feel all alone--
So I hold on to them like a blanket
and I wrap around my confused heart
and it reminds me of phrases,whispered
inside me,that I should've known
from the start--
So I ask you what you would tell me
when I get to Heaven's doors
And it could be the wind or the emotion
I'm in, but I swear that you've answered
before--
And you said...
I'll tell you how proud I am of you
How you look just like your father
and how tall you have grown. And I'll
hold you like I used to while you slept
on those long winter car rides from
Boston to home. Then I'll tell you that
I love your music and then I'll say that
the apple don't fall far from the tree
And then I'll tell you that you've done
everything right to become the man I knew
you would be--
And then I'll tell you that you've done
everything right to become the man I knew
you would be...