When I think about my father 
I see a silver ship 
Sailing on the oceans of nirvana 
When I think about my father 
On his sad and lonely trip 
I wonder if he misses me and mama 

When I think about my father 
I see someone who's sick 
Of breathing life into a lost persona 

I was his only friend 
No one knew he was a lonely soldier 
When I went to see my father 
He was bitter at the end 
When the wind was a blowing so much bolder 
I went to see my father 
Who was dying to pretend 
The emptiness of like would soon be full of him 

I went to see my father growing colder