I was six years old When I heard the news that you You had gone Gone away And you're never coming back My mom sat me down and began to cry And said boy oh my boy This is gonna hurt This is gonna tear your little heart And i said to her If I can't lift him up I won't leave him hanging on to me If I can't lift him up I won't leave him hanging on to me You better believe You still dream of her As she dreams of you each now That you hover over her head As she reached to pull you in