the mighty mighty bosstones
the day he didn't die
How could I forget, the day that he didn't die That day he knew what he was up to He had this look in his eye How could I Forget There's no way I could forget him, or ever forget the day  And then the day after that, just after the afternoon It was the day after Christmas in his living room and he died On that day In his house With his wife Still I won't forget the day before the last day of his life  Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me  And how I loved how he lived, how he was loved and admired A knack, a certain flare for life, and how he had it wired He'd never give up, he'd never give in, he had a wonderful way of living  There's not been a day, one hasn't gone by When I don't think about the day he didn't die  Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me  