The Man Who Left Too Soon

In a state of finding comfort in familiar places that I know

The sadness is only temporary, it comes and it goes

Like the weather in the summer when the wind decides to move

I look up to the sky and think

At least we look at the same moon

At least we look at the same moon

The one of many ways that I can think of you

The irony of looking up to something, or even just somebody

Can't put the face onto the name that I don't even know

The half of what you had, I had a dad that didn't know

We both looked at the sky and thought

At least we look at the same moon

At least we look at the same moon

I wish I had met the man who had left too soon