I wait for the postman to bring me a letter And I wait for the good Lord to make me feel better And I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders Family in crisis that only grows older Why’d you have to go? Why’d you have to go? Why’d you have to go? Daughter to father, daughter to father I am broken, but I am hopin Daughter to father, daughter to father I am crying, a part of me’s dying And these are, these are the confessions of a broken heart I wear all your old clothes the old polo …