He used to love my house
And the way that I lived in it
He used to love my lovers and my friends
He used to say, "You want your work day done
You gotta get up and begin it"
I will take his wisdom with me to the end
And he would have loved my son
And the man that he's become
And the way he stands up taller than his dad
It was his appointed duty
To see nature in all its beauty
And I'm thinking this might have made him mighty sad
So I thank heaven, that heaven is a fable
And I am thinking you won't want me at your table
'Cause I believe that when we're gone, we're gone
And I'll take comfort he can't see what's goin' on
She used to love my jokes, even when they weren't that funny
She used to love the sunset on the lake
And she used to say, "Straight up, boy, don't you do it for the money
'Cause nothing you can buy is good as what you make"
She would have loved the girl
We named after her
And the way she is as warm as she is wise
She loved her vermouth, but she also loved the truth
And I don't think she could take these endless lies
And I thank heaven, that heaven is a fable
And I am thinking you won't me at your table
'Cause I believe that when we're gone, we're gone
I take comfort she can't see what's goin' on
They come floating through my thoughts most every day now
And though I know that I can't pray this all away now
I will stumble through the dark to greet the dawn
I'll take comfort they can't see what's goin' on