The Day He Died

Dear son, Daddy's never comin back home

He passed on, claim him as one of your own

My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this

They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn

And I know, Poppa never intended for this

To drag me, down into this bottomless pit

I've been given just about, all I can chew

I think back on love's empty truth

And I feel like the day he died

I feel like the day he died

I walked in, Cops talkin' standing around

I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground

I begged please, please, let me get a minute with him

And they said, don't touch anything kid

It smelt like life, just exit the room

I cried to, a shell of a man I once knew

My mind's been spinning way out of control

I can't believe that it's 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 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 comin' back home

I've gone numb, wish I had the strength to live on

I can't breathe, is there any air left in here?

I can't believe, everything I hold disappears

Has gone on, time and time again all alone

And dear Son, Daddy's never comin' 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