Well, I found an old photograph of you
In some boxes that I thought were gone
And seeing your face made me replace
The notion that I had moved on
And it's foolish to talk to a memory
But it helps me believe in a way
That I'm not crazy for asking you questions
And that you hear every word that I say
So I ask you what you would tell me
When I get to Heaven's doors
And it could be the wind or the emotion I'm in
But I swear that you've answered before
And you said,
"I'll tell you how proud I am of you
How you look just like your father
And how tall you have grown
And then I'll hold you like I used to
How you slept on those long winter car rides from Boston to home
And then I'll tell you that I love your music
Then I'll say that the apple don't fall far from the tree
Then I'll tell you that you've done everything right
To become the man I knew you would be."
And those words still echo inside me
Like a scream in a large, empty home
Where the things that are said come back from the dead
And times when you feel all alone
And so I hold on to them like a blanket
That I wrap around my confused heart
And it reminds me of phrases whispered inside me
That I should have known from the start
So I ask you what you would tell me
When I get to Heaven's doors
And it could be the wind or the emotion I'm in
But I swear that you've answered before
And you said,
"I'll tell you how proud I am of you
How you look just like your father
And how tall you have grown
And then I'll hold you like I used to
How you slept on those long winter car rides from Boston to home
And then I'll you that I love your music
Then I'll say that the apple don't fall far from the tree
Then I'll tell you that you've done everything right
To become the man I knew you would be.
And then I'll tell you that you've done everything right
To become the man I knew you would be."