Cloud Cult - Victor Lyrics

Come on Dad, let's go down to the river
Can't you hear them singing your name?
You've been laying in this bed for months now, and it's hard to see you in pain
Oh, your love, you could not explain
And the words you chose not to say
I can feel you slipping away

There's an old farm road that'll lead your ghost to heaven
But I know you're a little afraid
I wish I could still be that kid in the back of your Buick
Making sure you get there okay
Dad, we may differ in how we pray
But wherever you go, save me a place
I can feel you slipping away

There's a cold, dark desk down in the corner of the basement
Where you worked your days away
I can never claim to know your story
But I love you just the same

Oh, your love, you could not explain
And the words you chose not to say
And the family you fought hard to raise
And the friends who celebrate your name
And the sickness that strangled your brain
And the secrets you took to your grave
And the feelings you kept in a cage
And the sorrow that came out as rage
I can feel you slipping away

Come on Dad, let's go down to the river
Can't you hear them singing your name?