It's okay, Dad, you can go
We're all here, and we know
That you're traveling soon
I've sung you all the songs that I can sing
Mostly George Formby with none of the strings

It's funny where we can end up
A life in fields, and now you're here
Not a blade of grass
You were born in wild Australia
Had to go a long way to be who you are

I did this thing towards the end
Where I put my head right against your head
And I just held it there
And tried to store up every single vein
Fixed in my mind for all tomorrow's days

For all tomorrow's days
In search of the last night of your stay
Waited up all night and watched you sleep
I've never done that before
And you know what? It was the best night of my life
To be close to your dreams for the very first time

It was a gentle afternoon
I think Tuesday, and there you lay
You were trying to die
We opened up the window so you could fly
Soar away into the rest of our lives
I just hope you made it past the hospital car park

In the middle of the night, some years back
You told your wife that you could not sleep
You said that you were scared to die
But you were curious to see other side

Well, now you know
Now you know