How long will this go on
He is fading, death and waiting
Old man sitting in his chair
Morrie can't walk, but he still talks to me

Ten ground soilders in their white caps?
They make rest come fast, but it never lasts
With six months left, he is teaching us
Just because you're dying, never give up trying
To love

And maybe all we need is someone to come home to

I watch him slip away,
Body shrinking, but his minds still thinking
With all the knowledge of the future clear
He'll stick it out tonight, but how long will he fight

And maybe all we need is someone to come home to

And we all can't help, but stand around
And we hope that time will just take him down
So that this man can just go on,
With his mind set clear, and regrets all gone