When he told me that I ought to come back home,
I tried.
And when he told me that he was tired of being
alone,
I cried.
Now all these years have passed,
The music has always held my hand.
We'll ride the back up train forever,
With this saint-like man.
He was the only one that I'd ever listen to,
He was the only one.
Now when my life's in doubt,
There's always a reason to belong.
And when my wife was gone,
His music always made me strong.
If there's a heaven where good music goes,
I know it will be there.
We know he loves, we know he sings, we know he
tries,
He cares
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