I am one day older than my father was Than he ever got to be
I was ten years old when I grew up Cause he died at 53
I stared across the great divide At my mother who was left
The dinner table stretched oceans wide Like the hollow in our chests
I never asked hard questions I thought they'd cause more pain
I hadn't yet learned life's holiest lesson
That what is broken cannot heal until it's known and loved by name
* So tell me your story I'll tell you mine
You don't need to worry Everything's already alright
You be the universe Nothing to hide
Anywhere you ever need to go I can carry us home
I was taught to bury with the dead
The presence of my grief
That silence is a thief
It made strangers out of friends Robbed me of saving graces offered in unlikely places
I thought I could outrun it in the end
But when a shattered heart is desperate The only respite is to let somebody in
( * )
I can carry us home I can carry us home
When I speak his name my voice gives out Even after all these years
But I want my son to know me now So my son will see my tears
So my son will see my tears
