Robert's Place

Well I'm going down to Robert's place
It's just a block away
Haven't seen him in a real long time
And I think I'll take some flowers
And a couple extra hours
To tell him all about my little life

Well I'm going down to Robert's place
It's there beneath the tree
I don't know if he will recognize
My face it's gotten older, and I've got more on my shoulders
But I still hold on to his pretty eyes

And I know, yes I know
He won't hear me, he's just bones
But it makes me feel much better to know
He might care at all

And I see, yes I see
That he's six feet under me
But sometimes I hope he is down the hall

Well I'm going down to Robert's place
It's more than overgrown
But I swear I'll make it look real nice
With just a little weeding and a sprinkle of grass
Seeds and flowers in the colors that he likes

Well I'm going down to Robert's place
With my favorite guitar
And I'll play him all the songs I wrote last week
And he might not sing along
And it might just take too long
But he knows how to make a boy feel seen

And I know, yes I know
He won't hear me, he's just bones
But it makes me feel much better to know
He might care at all

And I see, yes I see
That he's six feet under me
But sometimes I hope he is down the hall

Well I went on down to Robert's place
And I felt inner peace
The silence like a blanket over me
And I saw the little tree
For once without its pretty leaves
While I enjoyed my father's company

Well I went on down to Robert's place
And I showed him this song
And it about reduced me down to tears

And I sat, but not for long
Because the chill brought winter on
But I want him to know that I'm still here

And I know, yes I know
He won't hear me, he's just bones
But it makes me feel much better to know
He might care at all

And I see, yes I see
That he's six feet under me
But sometimes I hope he is down the hall

Well I went on down to Robert’s place
It’s been a couple years
Not sure when the days all came and went
And I know he won’t return but
If there’s one thing that I’ve learned
A day with him’s a day that’s better spent

Well I went on down to Robert’s place
And saw a few new graves
Strange how even this old place can change
With more modern epitaphs
And even greener looking grass
Why we have to lose it’s such a shame

And I know, yes I know
He won’t hear me, he’s just bones
But it makes me feel much better to know
He might care at all
And I see, yes I see
That he’s six feet under me
But sometimes I hope he is down the hall

Someday I'll go down to Robert's
Place because I'm passing through
And it would be the proper thing to do
And I'll tell him how I've grown
And how I'm living on my own
I know I'll get there someday
Maybe soon