As I watched you drive away,
I realized that even though one day,
With my children you might wish to play,
That you could not forever stay,
And also that I should of probably shouted, "Hey!",
For I never thought you would leave this way,
So for now I shall stand and wait-until in a coffin I must lay,
Buried six feet under dirt and clay,
But until you come back,
Upon my calendar I shall keep track,
Of all the days I waited for you,
And of all these tears I cried Blue.