It's About Francis

It's the stuff of flashbacks, right?
Blue lights
Dark nights
The lashing rain pours down, and bounces from the ground
He's just a kid in a brand new pick-up
A little drunk, had a break-up
He clipped the curb, wasn't concentrating
Now his mother's heart is breaking
Because I've had to call and break the news

I'm sorry to call in such circumstances
Are you alone? It's about Francis
We gave him the best of chances
But I'm sorry; your boy is gone
I know it's a shock; I'm sure you have questions
The police will bring you to see us
We've got i's to dot and t's to cross
But I'm so sorry for your loss

It's the stuff of nightmares, right?
Blue lights
Cold nights
I put the phone down then, and see his face again
He's just a kid with a stolen future
One reckless moment and it's over
I'm just a man with a few years' training
Nobody ever could have saved him
I'll never forget how it felt to break the news

I'm sorry to call in such circumstances
Are you alone? It's about Francis
We gave him the best of chances
But I'm sorry; your boy is gone
I know it's a shock; I'm sure you have questions
The police will bring you to see us
We've got i's to dot and t's to cross
But I'm so sorry for your loss

I'm choking my tears down; wandering around
I'll never get used to how it feels to say those words

I'm sorry to call in such circumstances
Are you alone? It's about Francis
We gave him the best of chances
But I'm sorry; your boy is gone
I know it's a shock; I'm sure you have questions
The police will bring you to see us
We've got i's to dot and t's to cross
But I'm so sorry for your loss
I'm so sorry for your loss



Credits
Writer(s): Arron Glenwright-cook
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