Lyrics

NO CARD FOR THIS

Driving the coast when the call came.

Your trembling voice told me to pull to the side.

You raced up to save him on Maryland Heights.

He looked away, decided to fly.



Will you miss his silly songs, the sing-alongs?

Have you seen his Red Sox hat, his tabby cat?

Have you found his Yukon Jack, his Kerouac?



Pay our respects in a burial yard.

Write an impersonal sympathy card.

Thinking of more of the things I will miss.

There’s no card for this. No card for this.



Who will you call when trouble comes?

Whose mischievous smile will give you the strength to pull through?

The last time he held you and looked in your eyes

Were you fearful it might be adieu?



Will you save his worn-out jeans, his cast-off dreams?

Will you miss his wacky tales, his winding trails?

Can you hear his hopeless schemes, his muffled screams?



Pay our respects in a burial yard.

Write an impersonal sympathy card.

Thinking of more of the things I will miss.

There’s no card for this. No card for this.



Sorry to hear of the pain you’ve been through.

Hoping the mem’ries bring comfort to you.

Wishing you peace in this time of despair.

Saddened to hear of the burdens you bear.

Hope that tomorrow will bring a new day.

There’s no card for this. No card for this.