Every sunday after the game

Every sunday after the game
we drive down to your house
to see you
and its so hard to walk out the door
thinking mabey i wont see you anymore

four heart attacks and still breathing
years of laying in hospital beds and still walking
millions of tears but your face is dry

your so strong
just keep holding on
till the gates of heaven open up
and when the salty tears roll down my face
i'll know your in a better place

its just so hard to let go
its so hard to know
that...

every sunday after the game
we drive down to your house
knowing we wont see you
and its so hard to walk through that door
knowing your not there anymore

but as these tears roll down my cheeks
i want you to stay with us forever
i love you my hero pappy