Oh, my boy
Imagine a world that you're gonna enjoy
You're charming, just like your grandma
Strumming your toy guitar
You've got her wrapped around your fingers
It seems singing your songs of love
Telling her what you'll be when you grow up
A singer, songwriter, whatever you decide
It's gonna be tough
Getting in all the black dark in your blood
But when the war is won
Promise you'll come and visit us

All these prayers
Does anybody know if there's a heaven up there?
I'm hoping if there is, then it may be somewhere I can see
Your eyes still gently smiling at me
Open up a beer, feeling kind of angry you're not here
Sit on my mind, don't pick up my iPhone and choose
Which part of my mind I will abuse
I promised I wouldn't, but it's just too good to refuse

Hmm-mm-hm
Ooh-ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh-oh

All these dreams
They never turn out quite as big as they seem
Still waiting for my mother to arrive
And sit down by my side
And tell me I don't need to worry anymore
Sitting on a plane
Drinking to anaesthetise the pain
I don't know where it comes from
Been there ever since I was young, I guess
But when I'm with my friends, I feel it less
Time out of my mind
That's when I find I'm at my best

Hmm-mm-hm
Ooh-ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh-oh
Ooh-ooh