Daddy's dying, but he never was there.
The world tells me that I shouldn't care.
I look at the man that Momma loves now,
and start to wonder how.

When I met you, you changed my mind;
showed me that the world could be kind.
But that was two years ago.
I haven't heard from you and I want to know.

A million people have the same car as you,
but every time I pass one, I still look through.
I don't know what I'm hoping to find.
Like a thread, you're still tugging on my mind.

I look for you in the eyes of many.
Sweet boys they may be, but I can't find you in any.
In my dreams, you're still biting my lip,
pulling me into your hip.

Maybe the passion was always in my dreams too.
Maybe it was always an illusion that kept me crawling back to you.
Perhaps I was meant to watch you leave.
Have I not had time enough to grieve?

No earthly bed can compare to your arms.
Are, therefore, earthly desires nothing but harm?
Must I look only above
for faith, for hope, for love?

But when I am lost, I remember your promise.
And see the world once again to be flawless.
Perhaps my soul is the only one lost.
Does immorality have no cost?

But then I remember Daddy's imminent future.
The angel of death gloats, with her elusive smoocher.
But Momma is happy; she's found someone new.
So maybe there is hope; maybe I will too.