We pass his house everyday and see his car.
His usual spot that never changes
When we're in a rush and can’t stop by we look for his car
It’s usually there.
When we call his house and he doesn’t pick up
And he doesn’t call back we start to worry
We know his car is their, but were is he?
The question that never is answered until
The phone rings and it’s the hospital
He’s sick again
This time I think not much of it, because it happens often
Then I go to see him and he looks very bad,
He’s skinner than I remembered
He’s sleepier than I ...