Mourning Joe
Good Morning baby boy
I'm sorry I have to leave early
I know the family jokes
"Always late Uncle Joe"
Well you know
I'm trying to turn this bus around
I left breakfast in the nuker
And some coffee in the pot
Your dad wouldn't like it if I gave you some
But I won't notice if some of it's gone
I was looking forward to our special day
But the foreman's been working us real hard
We were going to catch a movie
And play baseball in the yard
Checking in on you baby boy
I'm sorry that all of this is happening
I didn't know your father felt as low as he did
The things I'd give, to turn this all around
Your dad was my baby brother
Playing catch with one another
I don't know why he hid this from us
He didn't have to try to be so tough
Cry when you need to
And just let it all go
Don't push shit downwards baby boy
Trust me its a slippery slope
There are whispers there are murmurs
From the paint inside your room
The walls are coated with the cries
Of those that came before you
Right after your father
I nearly gave in too
But I swear to god
I'll hold you if the family tree
Comes crashing down on you
Love you baby boy
Thank you for putting on the coffee
I found his old glove in the attic
I think he'd want you to have it
I'm sorry I have to leave early
I know the family jokes
"Always late Uncle Joe"
Well you know
I'm trying to turn this bus around
I left breakfast in the nuker
And some coffee in the pot
Your dad wouldn't like it if I gave you some
But I won't notice if some of it's gone
I was looking forward to our special day
But the foreman's been working us real hard
We were going to catch a movie
And play baseball in the yard
Checking in on you baby boy
I'm sorry that all of this is happening
I didn't know your father felt as low as he did
The things I'd give, to turn this all around
Your dad was my baby brother
Playing catch with one another
I don't know why he hid this from us
He didn't have to try to be so tough
Cry when you need to
And just let it all go
Don't push shit downwards baby boy
Trust me its a slippery slope
There are whispers there are murmurs
From the paint inside your room
The walls are coated with the cries
Of those that came before you
Right after your father
I nearly gave in too
But I swear to god
I'll hold you if the family tree
Comes crashing down on you
Love you baby boy
Thank you for putting on the coffee
I found his old glove in the attic
I think he'd want you to have it
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Writer(s): Julian Sherwood, Pace Ferro, Zachary Thompson Lane
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