Late For My Own Funeral
[Intro]
Ya see that thing up there, it’s called the sky
And I’m gonna give it to you someday, but only when it’s right
You see my time here isn’t long, matter fact I’m already gone
They buried me yesterday with my backpack and a song

[Verse 1]
Well first things first, tell Carol she was my earth
I enjoyed the long talks over Szechuan after church
The long prayers through it all, the long stares at the wall
Makin’ waits to hear your fate from doctors at the hospitals
And we made it- well at least you did, so tell Jane
She’s the ink for those “World’s Greatest Mom” t-shirt templates
We fought like deadlines, set-backs, age and time
And worked out like deadliner, set-backs, and age and time
Rock on Janer, you last minute lane changer
Combattin’ cancer on the daily all love and no anger
Tell your daughter, Annie, to take it easy on herself
She’s come farther than her father could ever help
Yea, I dig that guy, but he’s a sketchy profile
And I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to walk you down the aisle
I have a few words for Ricky, but we’ll save that for the end
So for now sister, know your brother loves you after death
And I’m still lookin’ for Chase, Jerren Schaden and Doc
Maria Croix, Barb Jones, and Joe Sodd
It’s crazy up here, I’ve been in line since I landed
Fillin’ out paper work to make sure I am who I say I am, but
[Hook]
What I miss most is your voice
My memory’s still the same even though my life has change
Cos’ what gets me by are the simple joys
I was late for my own funeral so I could spend the day as a ghost on your shoulder

[Verse 2]
Anyways, over here the roads are pristine
I only wish I could’ve brought my Honda with me
That things gonna out live your kid’s kids
So don’t forget, every 60,000 give the transmission fluid the business
Drive it back to New Orleans, have a hand grenade for me
And kill the hangover with PJ’s in the mornin’
I wanna hear you laughter in the hereafter
Unconditional, no matter where luck steers the dagger
Smile, it may not feel like a lot
But trust in the end, it’s the only thing you’ve got
I don’t mind that you don’t care, I don’t mind
And I’ll be late for yours too, so I guess it’s only fair
It’s clear you pick the moments you choose to be a father
And I’m guilty of lettin’ my mood determine what I call ya
Derek, Mr. Morrison, Dad whatever it is today
I’m your son, and even in the next that won’t change

[Hook 2]
But what I miss most is your voice
My memory’s still the same even though my life has changed
What gets me by are the simple joys
I was late for my own funeral so I could spend the day as a ghost on your shoulder…
[Outro]
You don’t need to be my father right now
But as the final hours wind down
Let’s take this walk and put the pride down
And own the moment while we can
You don’t need to be my father right now
But as the final hours wind down
Let’s take this walk and put the pride down
And own the moment while we can

You gave me my name
You gave me my name
For everything you took

You gave me my name
I take it to the grave