The telephone rang, my sister calling, I got to run I said,no, no, no, no, no, I just want to tell you, to tell you dad is dead.Dad is dead? Well, when did it happen? 6 a.m. said she, New York time, oh California,New York time, I see. The telephone rang, the week of the earthquake, death was still in the air,at 6.01 the walls came down, they never had a prayer. Dad is dead? Well, how is mother?Good as she can be, say I said when dad was going, did he happen to ask for me?Remember the way I used to time step, the Lord made him proud,he told his friends, he never told me that I stood above the crowd.Remember the way he played the Jew's harp, till he broke a tooth,why'd he have to turn against me, he loved me once in his youth.But Jesus, I could not live his life, make his fantasies real,I couldn't be him, I had to be me, I couldn't make up for the deal, the dirty deal,he got in this world, he got in a treacherous world, where 6 a.m. suddenly breaks,with senseless death and shocking quakes, senseless death and shocking quakes.