When I think about my fathernI see a silver shipnSailing on the oceans of nirvananWhen I think about my fathernOn his sad and lonely tripnI wonder if he misses me and mamannWhen I think about my fathernI see someone who's sicknOf breathing life into a lost personannWhen I went to see my fathernI was his only friendnNo one knew he was a lonely soldiernWhen I went to see my fathernHe was bitter at the endnWhen the wind was a blowing so much boldernI went to see my fathernWho was dying to pretendnThe emptiness of like would soon be full of himnnI went to see my father growing colder