I said my Dad died Monday.
On Tuesday drew a new tattoo.
By Thursday I had hit the ground runnin’,
but by Friday I was feelin’ so blue.
But then the spring turned summer,
and man the months they flew.
And now I’m lookin’ back through September,
with October I don’t know what I’ll do.
They say you die with nothin’,
I hope that you could say it ain’t true.
Cause though I don’t know if you’re still with me,
I hope you know my love is with you.
Sometimes I don’t even know why,
but I get so low that I just can’t cry.
I get so down that I wanna get high,
cause I don’t wanna feel low no more.
Some days got me feelin’ this way,
cause I still can’t hope and sure can’t pray.
I still can’t smile cause I just can’t say,
I’ll be better when the winter unfolds.
Somehow well I always get down,
and I can’t get by feelin’ lost not found.
It’s a sad, sad record spinnin’ round and round,
when your faith’s no place and your face just frowns.