Lyrics

Wait a minute father,
It's not my time.
I've been painting blue skies,
For eighty years of time.
I've only done good things,
Made some pretty good friends of mine.
So how come it's my time,
When evil still lives on.

Blue skies and yellow tables,
Where you'll be spending time.
The love transcends your state of mind.
Blue skies and yellow tables,
You can watch your son from here.
Just believe and you'll be fine.

Wait a minute father,
I want my love to live on.
You see it's not my brother,
Or a friend of mine.
Once a newborn child,
Now my son's a man
And I'm afraid my minutes gone,
And I have no love left for him.

Blue skies and yellow tables,
Where you'll be spending time.
The love transcends your state of mind.
Blue skies and yellow tables,
You can watch your son from here.
Just believe and you'll be fine.

"What the hell was that?"