Oh my father,
I haven’t written for a while.
I’ve been trying hard to fight this frown;
trying hard to smile.
I haven’t forgotten
how my name’s built off your own.
And no matter how lonely,
know I’m never alone.
I kept all of your records.
I don’t listen enough.
That Little Feat album always makes me cry
so it can be a little tough.
I heard American Pie on the radio.
I still know all the words.
And I swear I heard you sing along
up on the wire with the birds.
I sing about you all the time.
Do you hear me up above?
I found a girl I really like.
I think it could be love.
And I ‘d really like to show you,
but I think that you can see.
Cause I’d really like to thank you
for the man I turned out to be.