Letters To Dad

{intimate fingerpicked

acoustic guitar intro} {warm analog tape hiss} Hey dad,

how’s heaven?

Are the fields as green as you always said?

I still wake up at seven

And think of the

old fishing lines we read (mmmmm)

Oh, I miss the sound of your key in the door

I miss the quiet talk on the kitchen floor

But I hope you're running free

Underneath a brighter sun

Watching over me

Until my own race is run

I fixed the old screen door today

Used the rusty tools you left behind

Thought I heard you laugh and say

To take my time

and never mind

(oh, dad)

And I know you’re in a better place

Where the pain is finally gone

But I’d give it all to see your face

Just one more time at dawn {swell of strings and steel guitar}

Hey dad, how’s heaven? (hmmm)

I hope it’s everything you wanted

{fading fingerpicked guitar} {gentle tape hiss}