Letters To Papa

{intimate fingerpicked

acoustic guitar} {warm analog tape hiss} (hummmmm) {subtle pedal steel volume swells}

Back in twenty-one you had to go away

I still miss you,

Papa, every single day

I was zero years old when you held my hand

Now I'm eleven, trying to understand

{acoustic guitar continues with

light brushed snare} This one's for you,

my favorite Papa, Larry Garcia

I love you, I love you,

I love you

Now you're up there with Jesus in the light

Watching over me

through the night

{warm organ swells, sweet strings rising} I read the Bible,

keeping the word close to my chest

Poem two-seventeen, finding my peace and rest

You took care of me,

every single day you stayed true

I wish you were here

to see how tall

I've grown for you {soft mandolin strums building intensity}

This one's for you,

my favorite Papa, Larry Garcia

I love you, I love you,

I love you

Now you're up there with Jesus in the light

Watching over me

through the night

{full acoustic band orchestration,

emotional peak} I love you

Papa

I wish you could see me now

(hummmmm) {acoustic guitar slowly fades

out

into room tone} {final single piano note}