Father's Day-Butch Walker The 15th of June Came tumbling through the door Your bedroom smelled like your cologne I was laying on the floor A thief in the middle of the night If the night came to stay I feel the walls go rumbling Like the sound of your name So here I am All bittersweet and dirty feet Runnin as fast as they can Where do I go Without you Heaven only knows Girls out on the corner Smoking cigarettes Ashes in the breeze blowing in their hair Like something else to forget Follow them down with your eyes Til the covers slide off your face I got this lack of motivation Moving me all over the place Here I am All bittersweet and dirty feet Runnin as fast as they can Where do I go Without you Heaven only knows Sunday morning, Father's Day The first without my dad As I look into my little boy's eyes It takes all I have Not to break down right in front of him when he smiles at me You don't become a man Until you lose your dad, you see So here I am All bittersweet and dirty feet Runnin as fast as they can Where do I go Without you Heaven only knows So here I am