The pain is unbearable. The tears I cry.
I wonder why. In the darkness I
close my eyes and remember the times
we were together. I remember a joke you said
or one of your million smiles. I laugh.
But the pain is unbearable

I remember the call. The song I sing.
The telephone rings. The light is shining bright
within my eyes as i try to sing
the song
But I remember the call. Then a verse comes
back in my mind that I remember so well.
I sing it.
But I remember the call.

The trip was long. There was a heavy load.
Every turn we took put us back on the same road.
All the air is sucked from within as the window goes
up. But the trip was long. I see your face ahead
as we stop for gas. The seconds pass.
But the trip was long.

The week was lonely. People all around.
There when I turn around. Not one empty spot where
I could go and cry out my fears. But the week was
lonely.
There was an empty corner in your room with plenty of
space.
Pictures with your handsom face.
But the week was lonely

Saying good-bye was not enough.
The hand that I touched.
"DADDY I MISS YOU SO MUCH!"
Said all that was on and in my heart.
"HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME NOW WHEN MY LIFE
IS ABOUT TO START?!"
But saying good-bye was not enough. The times that I
could have, the time that I should have, said
and done all the things that would have
showed you just how much you meant to me.
Even now the would have's that you won't see.
But saying good-bye was not enough.

I'm going to live on. My present screams
won't kill my future dreams. Past may catch up if I
slow down.
I'd have to fight it alone because Daddy's not around.
But I'm goiing to live on. The pain is unbearable and I still
rememberthe call.
The trip was long with the week being lonely and saying
good-bye will never be enough, but
I'm going to live on.