my family and the years

I knew he had grown up When he stopped asking questions. He knew what all the words meant, Where the dead went, Why his daddy left. And then When he'd stopped asking questions He left home as well. No hard sentiments or tears, No stories to tell. Just Farewell. And so I sit by the window On my own, And ask myself, Where did they both go? My family And The years *violin to fade* Where did they both go? My family and the years My family and the years The years The years [Fade out]