Well I'm going down to Robert's place It's just a block away Haven't seen him in a real long time And I think I'll take some flowers And a couple extra hours To tell him all about my little life Well I'm going down to Robert's place It's there beneath the tree I don't know if he will recognize My face it's gotten older, and I've got more on my shoulders But I still hold on to his pretty eyes And I know, yes I know He won't hear me, he's just bones But it makes me feel much better to know He might care at all And I see, yes I see That he's six feet under me But sometimes I hope he is down the hall Well I'm going down to Robert's place It's more than overgrown But I swear I'll make it look real nice With just a little weeding and a sprinkle of grass Seeds and flowers in the colors that he likes Well I'm going down to Robert's place With my favorite guitar And I'll play him all the songs I wrote last week And he might not sing along And it might just take too long But he knows how to make a boy feel seen And I know, yes I know He won't hear me, he's just bones But it makes me feel much better to know He might care at all And I see, yes I see That he's six feet under me But sometimes I hope he is down the hall Well I went on down to Robert's place And I felt inner peace The silence like a blanket over me And I saw the little tree For once without its pretty leaves While I enjoyed my father's company Well I went on down to Robert's place And I showed him this song And it about reduced me down to tears And I sat, but not for long Because the chill brought winter on But I want him to know that I'm still here And I know, yes I know He won't hear me, he's just bones But it makes me feel much better to know He might care at all And I see, yes I see That he's six feet under me But sometimes I hope he is down the hall Well I went on down to Robert’s place It’s been a couple years Not sure when the days all came and went And I know he won’t return but If there’s one thing that I’ve learned A day with him’s a day that’s better spent Well I went on down to Robert’s place And saw a few new graves Strange how even this old place can change With more modern epitaphs And even greener looking grass Why we have to lose it’s such a shame And I know, yes I know He won’t hear me, he’s just bones But it makes me feel much better to know He might care at all And I see, yes I see That he’s six feet under me But sometimes I hope he is down the hall Someday I'll go down to Robert's Place because I'm passing through And it would be the proper thing to do And I'll tell him how I've grown And how I'm living on my own I know I'll get there someday Maybe soon