You barely grasp the things you hold.
The day she left you was long ago.
You hold your heart.
Lullabies and good-byes.
Lullabies and good-byes...
You're still a boy. Apple cheeks and all.
Counting the stars at night, and crying when they fall.
You barely grasp...
Lullabies and good-byes,
Lullabies and good-byes...