Well, the moon in New York tonight
I wish you were around to see it too
I'm so happy I could cry,
why'd you'd have to go and die like that?
It's a shame when people ain't around to see
The smiles that they nurture,
These people don't know me,
and I don't plan on showing what I've seen
And I threw up on a corner in Philadelphia
She said, "Boy, there ain't no real point
The only thing you've ever owned
were high hopes and a pocket comb,
So don't act like you know who I am
'Cause the more I'll explain,
the less you'll understand
are the only ones around that even try
And I still recall the night you headed home
You were fighting so hard
I knew you couldn't be alone
I knew I had to be a man from that night on
And I'll tell you all these stories one day
And we'll laugh like we used to
You'll say, "Boy, how I've missed ya,
but son, I was with you this whole time"
