Break the Spell

Father I'm sorry I hope I didn't let you down Mother I'm coming I'm racing like a bat out of hell Am I too late To say goodbye Foot on the gas Do I have time You slipped away But that's alright I'm holding on To your last smile I could have been a billionaire I could have been a an airplane man I would send you a telegram If I could I should have made better plan I could have been a bigger man I know you'd understand If you could Am I too late To say goodbye Foot on the gas Do I have time You slipped away But that's alright I'm holding on To your last smile Where have you gone to now No doubt you didn't make it Where do you walk about Is it beautiful and painless Who can I turn to now With questions left untaken Feeling so down and out Nothing is sweet, the sugar's tasteless Father I'm mourning Can't figure how to break the spell Mother You make me stronger I finally got a story to tell