Hey dad I know that you’re up on a plane I’m in a basement, the SWAT team just came There’s an armed guy at large and they don’t have a game plan I picture myself as a name on a list, a recycled headline, lost to the abyss I never thought I’d have to leave you a message like this And I always hoped I’d be up on a screen but it’s not how I thought it would be, but maybe later I’ll come home through the fog and we’ll find a new show on TV It’s true that it isn’t ideal that I’d wait, until this moment to say I’m afraid That I didn’t listen enough to the records you played And hopefully I’ll hear you on keys again And watch you play out with your rocker dad friends I bargain with God, will I still get to go see the band? I heard from a friend that it’s live on the news, so I close my eyes and start to dream That maybe later I’ll come home through the fog and we’ll find a new show on TV You gave me everything you never had And even if this doesn’t end really bad I really wanted to thank you for that and this voicemail applies all the same: That I should have always told you and mom, you’re the best thing that happened to me And later I hope I’ll come home through the fog And we’ll find a new show on TV