I Don't Know How To Tell Him
I can tell him his toy gun won't kill Indians
And the towel around his neck don't make him strong
I can tell him there's no Easter bunny
But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
He still looks for you every morning he's cried every night we've been alone
I can tell him there's no real Santa but I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
[ steel ]
I can tell him his broomstick's not a pony
And wearin' daddy's boots don't make him grown
I can tell him there's no to ferry
But I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
Cause he still looks for you...
I don't know how to tell him that you're gone
No sé cómo decirle
Puedo decirle que su pistola de juguete no matará indios
Y que la toalla alrededor de su cuello no lo hace fuerte
Puedo decirle que no hay conejito de Pascua
Pero no sé cómo decirle que te has ido
Él todavía te busca cada mañana, ha llorado cada noche que hemos estado solos
Puedo decirle que no hay un Papá Noel real, pero no sé cómo decirle que te has ido
[ acero ]
Puedo decirle que su escoba no es un pony
Y usar las botas de papá no lo hace crecer
Puedo decirle que no hay un ferry
Pero no sé cómo decirle que te has ido
Porque él todavía te busca...
No sé cómo decirle que te has ido
Escrita por: Glenn Martin