Everyday you wake up at eight
With power and struggle you hate
Nausea keeps coming back for more
Oh you'd rather just seeing your boys
Your boys
Your boys
One is lost and one is high
Your boys
Your boys
One is dying and one has tried
Your boys
Since you lost your wife
You can't sleep before 5 AM
You'd die for one more moment
With your love
Your love
Your love
Cancer took her she is gone
Your love
Your love
She is missed and she is loved
Your love