The Man Who Left Too Soon

In a state of finding comfort in familiar places That I know, the sadness is only temporary It comes and it goes Like the weather in the summer When the wind decides to move, I look up to the sky And think, "At least we look at the same moon" "At least we look at the same moon" The one of many ways that I can think of you The irony of looking up to something Or even just somebody Can't put the face onto the name That I don't even know The half of what you had I had a dad that didn't know We both looked at the sky and thought "At least we look at the same moon" "At least we look at the same moon" I wish I had met the man who had left too soon