You know I'll always blame your father,nI never had the guts to say,nHe spent his time out there in a lonely stare,nIn that dark and angry place,nSour grapes for taste,nHe was a head case,nI'm sitting at the bench on Third Street,nAt the oval where we used to compete,nI can see him coming down, drag you home by your ear,nAnd thanking Christ that it wasn't me,nAll the bad he had, would have made you a good Dad.nnI wish you would have told me what you went through,nI wish I had the guts to save you,nIt seems you've gone and found your peace some how,nI hope your feeling better now.nnI told you, that I would return for you,nThat I cared for you so much and that much is true,nThat I'd drive through in my car when I'm old enough,nAnd take you from the door of that broken home.nnI guess it seems the pain just got too great,nIt seems my friend you just couldn't wait,nIts no excuse, hey life got in the way,nI was a good ten years too late.nnI guess my friend you've been sleeping sound,nSince we lay your bones to rest deep in the ground,nAnd King Henry was beheaded,nWhen you made your stand, now we understand,nNow I understand, since you made your stand.nnI wish you would have told me what you went through,nI wish I had the guts to save you,nI should have whispered in your ear,nIt's going to be alright this year. It's going to be alright this year!