April 24th, 1981 / My Father's Chair - Rick Springfield

I know all your life you wondered

About that great step we all take alone

How far does the spirit travel on the journey?

You must surely be near Heaven

And it thrills me to the bone

To know daddy knows the great unknown

My Father’s Chair still standing there

All alone since the long night

Now it’s three years on and I still feel

He’ll come home, we’ll be alright

So where’s this healing time brings

I was told the pain would ease

But it still hurts like the first night

That night my brother, my mother and I

Were looking up at a distant star

And wishing we could reach that far

And back in the house

And alone for the first time

We told each other we cared

And I avoided My Father’s Chair

I watch my family, we hold on

We are strong and we’ll be alright

The clock continues counting down, all the while

And every child will share the long night

But do the spirits meet again

Why am I still so filled with doubt

Is my soul everlasting

And the far distant future

When I knew you’d be gone

Came too fast and stays too long

Why do they leave the weak of spirit

And take the strong

When the world turns sour

And I get sick from the smell

And I can’t find no comfort there

I climb into My Father’s Chair