When he told me that I ought to come back home,
And when he told me that he was tired of being
Now all these years have passed,
The music has always held my hand.
We'll ride the back up train forever,
With this saint-like man.
He was the only one that I'd ever listen to,
He was the only one.
Now when my life's in doubt,
There's always a reason to belong.
And when my wife was gone,
His music always made me strong.
If there's a heaven where good music goes,
I know it will be there.
We know he loves, we know he sings, we know he