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
My son will see my tears