Wither
He's got a lot of dead weight,
On a frail and delicate frame,
Screaming to turn the page,
And he says, and he says,
You know it's never too late
And we all, and we all say,
And we all, and we all say
All I want is to know,
I meant something to somebody else
Where did all of the time go
Coming so fast and fading slow
Note to self, I've got room to grow
He's got a lot of dead weight,
As a father turning dark and grey
He put the pen to the paper and traced the words
Of a man withering away
And we all, and we all say,
And we all, and we all say
All I want is to know,
I meant something to somebody else
Where did all of the time go
Coming so fast and fading slow
Note to self, I've got room to grow
Dear father,
You molded me to be a better man
And I want you to hear this while you still can
I've been trying to speak to the least of them
To leave my mark on this world
And Dear Father
(All I want)
You molded me
(Is to know)
To be a better man
(I meant something to somebody else)
And I want you to hear this while you still can
(Where did all)
I've been trying to speak
(Of the time go)
To the least of them
(Coming so fast and fading slow)
To leave my mark on this world
Dear father,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down
On a frail and delicate frame,
Screaming to turn the page,
And he says, and he says,
You know it's never too late
And we all, and we all say,
And we all, and we all say
All I want is to know,
I meant something to somebody else
Where did all of the time go
Coming so fast and fading slow
Note to self, I've got room to grow
He's got a lot of dead weight,
As a father turning dark and grey
He put the pen to the paper and traced the words
Of a man withering away
And we all, and we all say,
And we all, and we all say
All I want is to know,
I meant something to somebody else
Where did all of the time go
Coming so fast and fading slow
Note to self, I've got room to grow
Dear father,
You molded me to be a better man
And I want you to hear this while you still can
I've been trying to speak to the least of them
To leave my mark on this world
And Dear Father
(All I want)
You molded me
(Is to know)
To be a better man
(I meant something to somebody else)
And I want you to hear this while you still can
(Where did all)
I've been trying to speak
(Of the time go)
To the least of them
(Coming so fast and fading slow)
To leave my mark on this world
Dear father,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down,
I won't let you down
Credits
Writer(s): Tighe Eshleman, Cobrette Bardole, Martin Arabi
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