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I am one day older than my father was, than he ever got to be
I was 10 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'll 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
Rocked me saving graces offered in unlikely places
I thought I could outrun it in the end
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 alrightYou'll 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