Parody of “Homecoming”, words and music by
Debbie Ridpath Ohi
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Parody lyrics ©2011-06-12 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
Based on the novel The Time Traveler’s Wife.
I hug my father close to me. He died when I was little.
He hardly ever visits now. He cannot find the time.
“I can’t believe how big you are,” he says to me.
“We’ve never met.”
My father’s wardrobe’s laughable, and often incomplete.
The borrowed pants and overcoat hang from his hands and feet.
I know he left a few times in the past.
Will this be the last?
| Chorus: |
I hear the years won’t be kind to me now. (Wish I could find the time.) Maybe you remember (what the future holds now). I hear the years won’t be kind to me now. (I hear I died tonight.) What’s done is done. What’s done is done. (One last time.) |
He takes me out for ice cream, and swimming in the lake.
We help ourselves to hot dogs. Whatever we can take.
Each moment is a treasure, and we try
To both find the time.
I visit my old house again, to teach myself some games.
I find my father standing there, looking just the same.
I run and hug him tearfully, and Mom...
I think she knows.
Before my father dies, he takes me aside.
He says, “The next time that you see me I’ll be better.
Tell yourself you shouldn’t tell yourself what happens.
We’ll still have some good times.”
(Chorus)
At the stroke of midnight, the start of a new year,
My father says his last goodbyes, his future looming near.
Unwillingly he goes out in the cold
And disappears.
My mother hugs my father close. He died when she was little.
He’ll never get to visit her, like he longs to do.
“I always knew this day would come,” she says to me.
“You’ll see him soon.”
| Chorus: |
I hear the years won’t be kind to me now. (Wish I could find the time.) Maybe you remember (what the future holds now). I hear the years won’t be kind to me now. (I hear I died tonight.) What’s done is done. What’s done is done. (One last time.) |
| Chorus: |
I hear the years won’t be kind to me now. (I hear I died tonight.) Maybe when you’re younger (I can find the time, then). I fear the years they are creeping up on me. (I’m running out of time.) What’s done is done. What’s done is done. (No more time.) |