My father died two months before my oldest child was born Driving alone, well I'll talk to him still I tell him about my children and the things they've said and done How they dance and how they sing and all the fevers and the chills Through the light of the world we make our way We live our lives like we're here to stay Through the light of the world and the light of the sky We'll be pa**ing by and by My father was a kind man, he worked through all his days He could whistle like a swing band and he could touch you with his smile My mom and he raised four boys, three that now remain There were hard times and rough times and good times just the same Through the light of the world we make our way We live our lives like we're here to stay Through the light of the world and the light of the sky We'll be pa**ing by and by I can't tell my son and I don't know why What it means when people die When you call a name and there's no reply When you have to say that last goodbye But some day we all find ourselves with a friend no longer there Talking to the air to the person we once knew To my dad I tell him stories of the kids he never saw Talking makes it better and maybe somehow it gets through Through the light of the world we make our way We live our lives like we're here to stay Through the light of the world and the light of the sky We'll be pa**ing by and by Through the light of the world and the light of the sky