When the doctor came to see us,
Said your fight would not be long.
And though it pains me so to say it,
Seldom that I'm wrong.
See, my name and my position,
They hang proudly on my wall.
And I hated him for being here,
Just wished that he would go.
But I just sat there, unaffected.
You know I'd been brought up right.
And I stayed that way for three whole weeks.
They came for you one night.
And in the darkness of November,
Although I could hardly see,
Well, I swear I saw Saint Peter
Offer you relief.
You just went to him in silence --
Those doctors had been wrong.
Yes, time had left some marks on you;
Tonight, all that was done.
And as you moved towards the doorway,
Oh, I begged you not to leave,
But your tired lips said nothing
And your eyes shone with relief.
And all at once, it came to me
And I fell down on my knees.
You see, every man must build a life
And someday, watch it leave.