So Long, I said to dear old Dad
The house you built feels empty now
The week you left, a dog arrived
The two of us got by.
Father’s Day was iffy,
worst there ever was / worst there ever was.
Normally we’re fishin’ – Fishin’ in a boat,
Never catch a thing, maybe catch a cold.
Instead I’m loading boxes, in a U-Haul on the curb
It's Hard to say, “so long”.
Birthdays were like Christmas,
the only day he came / the only day he came.
The gifts were really sump-in’ – my friend’s would always say.
They wish they had my dad, but then my dad would drive away.
To a different house – for another year.
A year can take so long.
There’s a space inside me,
I never will repeat / never will repeat.
All the tea in China, couldn’t fill that cup,
with all the lumps I took, no sugar was enough.
And this space in me, keeps repeating history,
it stays around so long.
Words & Music by David Gillis
© copyright 2017