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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
I see it now, but didn't then
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

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 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