Nana
I wish you'd walk in againImagine if you just didI'd fill you in on the things you missedOh sleepless nights, a grown up man dressed in whiteWho I thought might just save your lifeBut he couldn't, so you died
I don't like it, now you're deadIt's not the same when I scratch my own headI haven't got the nails for itAnd I know that God doesn't existAnd all of the palaver surrounding itBut I like to think you hear me sometimes
So I reached for a borrowed fleeceFrom my dad or from DeniseAlways trying to keep warm, when you're the sun
I sat with you beside your bed and criedFor things that I wish I'd saidYou still had your nose redAnd if I live past 72, I hope I'm half as cool as you
I got my pen and thought that I'd writeA melody and line for you tonightI think that's how I make things feel alright
Made in my room, this simple tuneWill always keep me close to youThe crowds will sing their voices ringAnd it's like you never left
But I'm bereft you seeI think you can tellI haven't been doing too well