The Day He Died - Live
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
He's passed on, claim him as one of your own
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
They found him on the road, he couldn't get in
And I know, papa never intended for this
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
I've been thinking just about, all I can do
I think back the loss, and the truth
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
Walked in, cops talking standing around
I kneeled down, spot him lying there on the ground
I begged please please let me get a minute with him
And they said, don't touch anything kid
I fell back when I just, entered the room
Proud to, show up on the end of one's doom
My head's spinning way, out of control
I can't believe its been three long, years ago
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
I've gone wrong, wish I had the strength to live on
I cant breathe, is there any air left in here
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
It's gone on, time and time again I'm alone
And dear son, daddy's never coming back home
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
He's passed on, claim him as one of your own
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
They found him on the road, he couldn't get in
And I know, papa never intended for this
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
I've been thinking just about, all I can do
I think back the loss, and the truth
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
Walked in, cops talking standing around
I kneeled down, spot him lying there on the ground
I begged please please let me get a minute with him
And they said, don't touch anything kid
I fell back when I just, entered the room
Proud to, show up on the end of one's doom
My head's spinning way, out of control
I can't believe its been three long, years ago
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
I've gone wrong, wish I had the strength to live on
I cant breathe, is there any air left in here
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
It's gone on, time and time again I'm alone
And dear son, daddy's never coming back home
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
Credits
Writer(s): Mina T Caputo, Alan Robert Goldstein, Joseph Zampella, Sal Abruscato
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