Dear Father

Dear Father I hope you’re well

I haven’t talked to you in a while

So many things I want to tell you

If you could only see me now

Dear father I still see your face

In every mirror on every wall

A silhouette through time and space

We’re not so different after all

I’m so damn sick of talking to heaven

And if you’re not there who’s gonna listen

So I’ll keep talking to heaven

And the photographs that never last

Like I’m holding onto some kind of vision

Ohh

Dear Father

Dear Father nothing feels the same

I wish that you could take my call

See the lights see the stage see the world I made

See the man that I’ve become

Oh

I’m so damn sick of talking to heaven

And if you’re not there who’s gonna listen

So I’ll keep talking to heaven

And the photographs that never last

Like I’m holding onto some kind of vision

Ohh

Dear Father

Grateful for every second that we had

I wish I had a way to bring you back

I’m so damn sick of talking to heaven

And if you’re not there who’s gonna listen

So I’ll keep talking to heaven

And the photographs that never last

Like I’m holding onto some kind of vision

Ohh

Dear Father