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