88 Winslow, same as before
Your fragile frame, framed by your door
Always by her window, watching the leaves blow
Watching the boys grow, they play just like you
Binoculars
You were more than moldy walls
If I ever go home I'll drive to 88 Winslow Road
Andy stare in the Sun
There's a black cross, it's casting a shadow
You lived, you loved
Raised your three sons down near the cemetery
So long dear Andy
Brant Rock
Laughin' it up when you stopped that waitress and showed her your scar
No R's down at the dock
Robins egg engine block
Craftsman box
So long dear Andy
I was right beside him in the end
The chemo lights made him think he was flyin'
We flew his Learjet to the other side
I was holding his hand when he looked back on his life
O Andy you've seen, you took flight